Harry felt divorced from his body, like he was floating outside of it. Had he ever been so betrayed before? The ground had been pulled out from under him, and he was in freefall. "But if you use the basilisk they’ll come after you, throw you into Azkaban. Don’t do this, Tom! It was all going so well – you were doing so well, with the Ministry and my family and everything! Why would you – why –" Harry’s throat closed up and he blinked furiously, despair cresting and then turning to anger.