"So, in we pop to the forest," Harry went on conversationally. "My mother and father, my godfather and my favourite teacher, all waving cheerfully as I stood in the middle of a circle of fifty Death Eaters and Riddle himself. I didn't even question it. My mum was practically encouraging me to stand in front of Riddle's wand. What the fuck was up with that? The shame of my idiocy is almost as strong as my guilt over you. Almost."