"A not insignificant portion of the heartache in my life, was caused by Albus Dumbledore not telling me the whole truth," Harry continued carefully, trying to gently pull the wool from Hermione’s eyes, "he didn’t even tell me how to destroy Horcruxes before sending me off to hunt them down, for fuck’s sake Hermione," he said with a humourless laugh; he hesitated, before deciding the reveal some of the future that would never be to try and make her understand, "In my fifth year - in my original fifth year I mean, he ignored and avoided me, because he was concerned that Voldemort would spy on him through me, using the connection between us. Because he wasn’t open about what the connection was, and the risks of it, Voldemort planted a vision in my mind of Sirius being tortured in the Department of Mysteries in order to lure me out of the castle. And because of my ignorance, and my actions, Sirius died trying to rescue me," She gasped and slapped her hand to her mouth again, shaking her head minutely.  