Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter, surprising though that may be. JK Rowling owns the character, I'm just expanding on what she provides.
Chapter 2 – Dumbledore's Take: I have added yet another chapter to a story that was supposed to be a oneshot. I don't know how far I'll take this fic, probably just explain the reactions of the main characters and leave it there. Unsure as yet. Anyway, as you probably know, I'm quite into Dumbledore bashing but decided to not make him out as too bad in this considering I know many people are big fans of Dumbledore. He may seem a little OOC but whatever, this is my take.
DUMBLEDORE
I knew what he did to you my boy. I know he starved you. I knew he beat you. I knew he violated you. I knew all this, yet I sent you back time and time again. I will admit to it, I was foolish. But I was trying to do the right thing. I was doing it for the wizarding world at large. I was afraid. Yes, I know, the great Albus Dumbledore, afraid? But it is true. I was afraid that if you weren't forced into submission by someone, if you were broken, then you would rise to be the next dark lord. I couldn't let that happen. I thought everything would be okay. I thought it would break you and turn your trust to me. I thought you would come to me and do anything I asked of you. I was wrong. You were broken too much. I left you there too long. You were too broken to be mended, too broken to learn to trust.
I can't take all the blame though, no, I don't deserve that. In the end, it was you who claimed your own life. It was you who held the blade too your skin and made the fateful cut. It was you who ended it. You left the rest of the wizarding world without hope. You made them all afraid of what was to come. They have no hope left. Their hope was crushed as your life left your body. They're scared my boy, scared for their own lives, scared of the future. You should have held on longer. You should have thought about them, the people who were relying on you, the people who needed you. Did you not care for them? Did you not worry about what would happen to our world after you left? Or did you only care that you didn't have to witness it?
You had a purpose my child. You were not supposed to die. You were supposed to live on. You were supposed to defeat the dark lord for good. Everyone has a role in this war, be it small or large. Your role was to defeat Voldemort, and you failed. You didn't even fail trying though. You gave up. You let yourself succumb to the darkness and misery instead of fighting on and living in a world free of the dark lord's mantra. You had an amazing amount of power my boy, yet you chose not to use it. You chose to waste that power and let Voldemort continue his terrifying reign as the dark lord, instilling fear in any witch or wizard opposing his methods.
You shouldn't have done this Harry. You should have come to me like you were supposed to. You should have asked for my helped, you should have trusted me. That was the plan. Why did you ruin the plan? The idea was that you would be hurt and broken after these holidays. You were supposed to have come to me for help, for confidence. I would have helped you my dear child. I would have helped you save the world from Voldemort. I would have put you to good use in our war, I would have given you purpose. And once we were free from him, I would have kindly lifted the boy-who-lived status off your shoulders. I would have accepted some of the fame for myself as I knew you didn't appreciate it. I would have done it for you my boy. I am getting old, you should have been here to make sure I went down as one of the most famous wizards in the history of the wizarding world. You should have helped me become defeater of Grindelwald and Voldemort. It is your fault that I will not go down as famous as I could have. You caused this mess, and you left everyone else to pick up the pieces.