That summer is the worst of all because he knows what he almost had and what he’s now sure will never be. More and more, he thinks he’s being manipulated. The Philosopher’s Stone, The Chamber of Secrets, The Prisoner of Azkaban. How could all of these things really have happened to such a young child with such a wise and powerful wizard as Albus Dumbledore around? They couldn’t, could they? As logical as his thoughts are, he pushes them down, into the ice of his heart. It’s a strong heart. It’s held together for this long. Surely it can hold in a few things more, right? Like a chest to take away all the undesirable thoughts? But they’re not really gone, are they?