Look at them all. Out there...totally ignorant as to what horrors await them when they leave here.

But you know the horrors, don't you, Albus?

How can they be so innocent? Why do I keep them so sheltered? They've got to learn...got to learn before it smacks them in the face...

Don't be so selfish - you know why you want to let them know the truth. Want to be the greatest wizard in the world, don't you?

No. I want them to be safe.

That's not what the papers say.

To hell with the papers! Harry is going to die, and all because I'm a coward!

Yes, yes, a coward...we all know it's true - hide it as you will...you do have an affinity for letting others do your dirty work, don't you?

I try my hardest. I do the best I can.

It's not good enough!

It's the best I can do!

Harry's going to die because of your cowardice - your failure.

Harry can survive. Harry will survive. Harry's a tough boy.

Harry is only human.

He'll have to forget about that part in the battles to come...

Yes. Yes, he will. Why is that, Albus?

Because he can't lose. He can't.

O contraire. He can. He might.

He has to win. He has to win for all of us.

And if he doesn't?

We'll die. All of us. No one can stop Voldemort but Harry!

How do you know for certain? Why don't you try?

It would do no good. I can't kill him. Only Harry can.

So you will ask him to commit murder?

Not murder! It is not murder to kill Voldemort. It's common sense. It's what's right.

It might be possible to kill him yourself. To save him.

It shouldn't be his fight. But it is.

Does that make you happy, Albus? To know that he'll be fighting someone else's battle?

No. You know it doesn't.

Do I?

Yes! I'd never be happy over something like that!

Then why aren't you out there doing something? Why aren't you protecting someone that you say you care for as a son? Why let him go through this alone?

He's not alone.

You're not with him.

I repeat, he is not alone.

No, he has his little friends, doesn't he? Ron and Hermione? Children.

Don't sound so spiteful. Harry's still a child himself.

Fighting a man's fight.

Yes. I'm proud of him.

Me, too, old bean. Me, too.

We should help him. We should do something more.

What is there, Albus? What more can you do? It is the boy's destiny.

To hell with destiny.

And the papers.

Of course. And the papers.

He's going to be alright, you know.

No, I don't know. But I hope so.

Look at them all. Totally ignorant as to the horror's that await them out there.

But we know the horrors, don't we?

Yes, Albus. Yes, we do.