I just woke from another awful nightmare of Harry, abandoned, crying out for me. I can’t believe I left him. Can’t believe I let them take him to the Dursleys. I should have stayed with him, protected him, raised him. Everything that has happened to him has been my fault. James and Lily, Petunia and Vernon, everything else we don’t know; all my fault. I can’t sleep, and even Padfoot doesn’t help.