For the second time in all his 116 years, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was feeling despair and fear. (The first time was when he lost his younger sister, Ariana.) As he stood there surrounded by Tom's elite, he tried to figure out just how he had missed his weapon turning to the Dark. There had been no hint, as far as he knew. Albus had spent several hours with Harry, showing the boy Tom's past so Harry would be able to end the Dark Lord's reign of terror for good. Not once had he seen any sign that Harry had gone Dark. Not once had he heard any whisper of deceit when he scanned the boy's thoughts.