You don’t think I already know that? Harry thought bitterly. He’d spent years thinking about what could have happened if the Massacre had turned out differently. Maybe he could have gone into the Forbidden Forest during the ceasefire, but instead he chose to remain and keep fighting. Then... well, he thought the Light still had a chance. Now look at him. Harry truly was alone. He was a broken man, his only company the demons in his head and the ghost of his infinite failures. Every night if he wasn’t trying to get at least few hours of sleep he was imagining every single thing he could have done differently. He was almost helpless, the key word being almost. But Harry had an idea, a crazy, stupid idea but it was his only chance.