Embrace me, my child. I have so much to show you. I have so much to give.

Nothing that I haven't given you already.

I am the gift of eternity.

You are a mirror.

I am the world.

You are nothing.

I am—

(listen for the echo, says the wounded lover)

I do not believe you.

I am the World Receiver. I am the Tongue that Speaks the Word. I am King Who Will Turn Heaven.

You are Kinslayer. You are False Prophet. You are my Fear.

I am the Key. You cannot escape this prison without me. You cannot be free of my influence.

I will not pass through your Door.

It is already too late, Harry. I have eaten too much of your mind. You have no choice.

I am not my father.

None of us thinks we are. But what made you, Harry? What is it that twists in your cells? We are all abandoned sons.

No, that is your guilt. Not mine.

What is yours then? What is your fault?