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"
Can
you
forgive
me
?
"
he
said
.
"
Can
you
forgive
me
for
not
trusting
you
?
For
not
telling
you
?
Harry
,
I
only
feared
that
you
would
fail
as
I
had
failed
.
I
only
dreaded
that
you
would
make
my
mistakes
.
I
crave
your
pardon
,
Harry
.
I
have
known
,
for
some
time
now
,
that
you
are
the
better
man
.
"
"
What
are
you
talking
about
?
"
asked
Harry
,
startled
by
Dumbledore
's
tone
,
by
the
sudden
tears
in
his
eyes
.
"
The
Hallows
,
the
Hallows
,
"
murmured
Dumbledore
.
"
A
desperate
man
's
dream
!
"
"
But
they
're
real
!
"
"
Real
,
and
dangerous
,
and
a
lure
for
fools
,
"
said
Dumbledore
.
"
And
I
was
such
a
fool
.
But
you
know
,
do
n't
you
?
I
have
no
secrets
from
you
anymore
.
You
know
.
"
"
What
do
I
know
?
"
Dumbledore
turned
his
whole
body
to
face
Harry
,
and
tears
still
sparkled
in
the
brilliantly
blue
eyes
.
"
Master
of
death
,
Harry
,
master
of
Death
!
Was
I
better
,
ultimately
,
than
Voldemort
?
"
"
Of
course
you
were
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Of
course
--
how
can
you
ask
that
?
You
never
killed
if
you
could
avoid
it
!
"
"
True
,
true
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
and
he
was
like
a
child
seeking
reassurance
.
"
Yet
I
too
sought
a
way
to
conquer
death
,
Harry
.
"
