Harry looked off thoughtfully. "Did you know that the night Sirius died, I destroyed Dumbledore's office? I mean, I really destroyed it. I broke all of those little spindly trinkets he had lying around. A table, I think too. After I threw his lunascope in the fire, he told me that "I cared so much that I could bleed to death from the pain’. At the time, I wanted to deck the old man. But now that I've had time to feel that pain, to understand it, and move past it, he was right" Harry smiled despite himself, at the way he was finally admitting Dumbledore was right about something. 