He needn’t have bothered however; Dumbledore’s eyes were fixed on a point somewhere just above Harry’s left eyebrow. He had been so preoccupied with the time travel, and being a teenager again, and the Horcruxes, and Draco, that he had completely forgotten that this had been the year when Dumbledore had tried his hardest to pretend that Harry didn’t exist. Just the thought of it inspired a hint of the anger that had been so constant in his fifth year of schooling, and it hit him more strongly than ever that Draco was right. They couldn’t trust Dumbledore.