Prove it! Prove it!

You loved your wife. When they took her, you hate everything so much!

You could find that in my pensive! Prove it!

You hate your son! You hate what he does and what he is above all else! You can stop him!

From what? Doing what? Leave?

I can't tell you!

Then what's the point in being here? Go away!

I can only tell you what YOU will do ..

What did I do? Why am I here? Why have you come here? Did they kill Draco too?

No, oh how I wish it were that simple. No ..

The old man grabbed at his hair, that was thinning so easily in his fingers.

He sent you to kill HER. Granger. When god looked at her angelic face, he cried forever and oh .. Please, don't do it. Please. I beg you.

How can I stop it? How? Nothing can change!

Im here because you will hate yourself! You'll obsess with her until it's too late. Please don't do it. I beg you .. I made it quick, and she was lying in my arms, as cold and light as Narcissa .. Don't do it.

Taking his wand, he pointed it at himself.

Don't do it ..

No, no, no! If you do it, there's no way to save myself! Please!

I have to- to set her free ..

NO!

He was gone, faded like a piece of ragged cloth. And so he was left in the dust , to contemplate his sanity.