"I knew this when I found him. I could feel it. I hoped that by keeping him from the wizarding world, within a loving home, it might keep that piece of the Dark Lord’s soul from...taking hold." Harry scoffed to himself. Loving home? Ridiculous. Clearly, Dumbledore had decided to cover for himself and make not an attempt at saving Harry but keeping him from death at by Dementor’s Kiss. That way, Harry would be there when they needed him again, to point in the direction of Voldemort. "It worked, at first, but as I’m sure you’re aware, there were many...events at the school. It was only a matter of time before poor Harry broke. I did my best to look after him, keep him safe, but I’m afraid...things have gone awry." They all sighed regretfully along with him, and it was hall Harry could do to keep himself from hissing angrily at the man, at all of them. Traitors, the lot of them. To expect him to save them then be allowed to toss him aside, discard him, without a doubt to beg his help again when things turned sour.