Understand
You're just a little thing, so small and helpless… Not twenty minutes old… And I'm here holding you for the first time… And suddenly, I understand…
I understand why my mother died for me so willingly... For I would go gladly that you might live, even if for just twenty seconds more…
I understand how Dudley got so spoiled... For I don't think I'll ever be able to deny you anything…
I understand why Albus didn't tell me about the prophecy for so long... For I would do anything to keep you happy- even just to delay your suffering- damn the consequences…
I understand why I have to fight this war, no matter what... For if I don't you'll have to, and I don't think I could bear that…
You're not twenty minutes old and already you've showed me so much….