But she still felt a sense of responsibility for it all. She closed her eyes and concentrated on Harry. Her stretched heart didn't have room for all this emotion, not when she had spent so many years blocking it off. Harry became her focus; if she could somehow help him, all would be well. But she felt useless, impotent. Like Neville with Enola, she felt Harry had gone to a place that she couldn't reach, somewhere beyond her ability to render aid.