Harry Potter and The Deathly Gallows
Dumbledore stood in his office, his trinkets buzzing, whirring and zooming around him in all sorts of ways, but he scarcely heard them. The feeling of dread, the feeling of death, was too great. How had it come to this? How could I have been so blind, so foolish? McGonagall entered through the giant wooden door, her face stained with tears.
"Albus, how could you?" she sniveled in a way no head of house should.
"Minerva, I…I'm sorry. I didn't realize this would happen, how could I have known what the prophecy meant? How could any of us have known? Clearly there was something dar.."
'Don't start with that Albus, don't you dare!' McGonagall fumed. "You were perfectly aware of the implications, you knew what was going to happen and you did nothing!'
"My dear friend, even you, after all this time, must know that sometimes acting on danger, can only increase it, and I am sure you saw that doing anything in this case would have lead to great loss."
McGonagall sank to her knees, almost sobbing. "But you were supposed to stop it Albus, like you always did, this isn't right."
Dumbledore joined McGonagall on the stone floor, holding her shaking figure "This is, my old friend, was an exception."
