That face, those eyes ... once so kind, yet so misguided, melted before him. And Harry loved and hated the mentor Albus Dumbledore had been in equal measure. For all the wrong he'd done, for all the stab at good that he'd tried to make amends ... Harry knelt and wept and cursed and screamed for someone to tell him what he should be feeling. He'd seen Dumbledore die once ... but to finally kill him left Harry hopeless and vulnerable and confused. He felt so young and so uncertain.