"In your first year, when I saw the color of your eyes, it sparked my memory from the first time I read the grimoire. From then, I kept a close eye on you. At the time, I didn’t remember the reason, but royal purple eyes are unique and begged for surveillance. Then during the battle, the magic you possessed caused me to remember the family grimoire. After the second time you fought him, I had to look at the grimoire. What I found was surprising." He paused to give himself a breather. "You were not human. That you would return over and over again. Our purpose was to ensure that your return would be safe. A purpose that I only recently discovered. In that, we have failed you. I have failed you, Ms. Pendragon." His eyes glistened, very close to crying. In my life since entering the magical world, I never would have thought I would see the great Albus Dumbledore cry. But here I was, watching him near that edge.