maybe it was good that the world forgot every lesson, every good and bad memory, every triumph and failure, all of it dying with each generation. perhaps this cultural amnesia spared them all. perhaps if they remembered everything, hope would die instead.
“I DON’T CARE!” Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!”
“You do care,” said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a
single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was
calm, almost detached. “You care so much you feel as though you will
bleed to death with the pain of it.”