"Yes," he admitted, turning so she could look into his eyes. "But mum and dad talked about the horcruxes. He tore apart his soul, and it hurts him every minute of every day. I think he might have had good intentions once before this insanity set in. Would so many have followed him otherwise?" Harry sighed, "Honestly, Hermione, I don't know. But mum said that I was not supposed to go to Petunia. Dad ... dad of all people said to talk to Snape! I feel like I only have half of the picture and that Dumbledore does not want me to get the rest. And on top of all that, I am a fucking Horcrux! I don't want to die. There has to be another way. Voldemort was my enemy because he overheard like a quarter of a prophecy and was convinced that I was out to get him when I was nothing more than a baby! That's stupid! And it could have been Neville just as easily. It's ... I'm confused. Nothing makes sense, and for once in my life, I want to do something about that and not relying on "adults" to make the right decisions for me. Especially if the "adults" or more specifically Dumbledore, wants me to go to the Dursleys and wanted Tom to live in an orphanage where he got hurt. That's not ... it feels like that's not what a good person would do ... allow children to get hurt, you know."