She hugged him and burst into tears. It happened again and again, and the feeling — her tears soaking his hoodie, her trembling hands, her disheveled hair — poisoned him from within. She needed support, which Harry couldn’t give: he just hugged her back and thought his life had become completely meaningless. Perhaps he should have investigated on his own. The downside was that every door would open before Voldemort, but Harry alone would have to fight his way into the forbidden sections of the Department of Mysteries.