Harry broke down then. His wand and the sword fell down right before he collapsed to his knees, and he let out a blood-curdling wail of sorrow and agony that echoed through the office. Harry thought he understood pain when Sirius died, or one of the many times he’d been subjected to many forms of torture. But even the pulsing pain of his mutilated eye was nothing in comparison to the pain in his heart. It was like he’d been stabbed repeatedly. The crushing weight of realisation set in-