The Great Hall was worst of all. Guilt washed over him like storm waves: there were dead bodies lying around, their friends and relatives weeping over them, and he was spending time with the one person to blame for all this...Going back in time couldn’t reconcile the two drastically different images in his mind: the Voldemort who threatened the safety of the school and the one who helped Harry learn Latin. They were the same person, but...Harry wasn’t supposed to know about his softer, more human side. It changed everything.