(quiet, sympathetic) I know how you are feeling, Harry.

(serene) By all means continue destroying my possessions, I daresay I have too many.

(heavily, a bit sad) You see, I believed it could not be long before Voldemort attempted to force his way into your mind, to manipulate and misdirect your thoughts, and I was not eager to give him more incentives to do so. I was sure that if he realized that our relationship was-or had ever been- closer than that of headmaster and pupil, he would seize his chance to use you as a means to spy on me. I fear the uses to which he would put you, the possibility that he might try and possess you. Harry, I believe I was right to think that Voldemort would have made use of you in such a way. On those rare occasions when we had close contact, I thought I saw a shadow of him stir behind your eyes...I was trying, in distancing myself from you, to protect you. An old man’s mistake…