"You see, Harry was such a hopeful boy, so much potential. He was magnificent his first year." Harry does his best not to roll his eyes as Dumbledore bows his head in apparent sorrow. "Things changed as time went on, and I’m afraid...it is my fault." A grasp ripples through the crowd, and Albus nods morosely. Harry leans forward, curious to see if, perhaps, the man will defend him and admit to sending him to the Dursleys, to manipulating him all these years. "You see on the night that Voldemort tried to kill him...something went wrong." Of course not. "Lily sacrificed herself for little Harry, and it saved him from the killing curse. The curse rebounded and killed the Dark Lord, but it wasn’t that simple. Part of Voldemort, part of his soul...stuck to Harry as it tried to save itself." It seemed like the whole room shuddered, and Dumbledore went on.