Harry bit down his instinct to disagree – some of Tom’s plans were awful, see Voldemort’s entire existence in another life as proof – and instead fixed Tom with a serious look. The cascade of emotions assaulting him had finally settled, leaving only something warm and tender and very big in his chest. He looked Tom in the eye and smiled, letting that warmth bubble up from his chest and shine out through his voice. "I’m really proud of you."