Harry ran a slightly-shaking hand through his hair. "I just don't know what to say," he sighed. "It's not like I don't know why they - she - why they..." he closed his eyes for a moment, a crease forming in his forehead, slightly off-center. "She hates me," he said, low. "She's hated me my whole life. Well I hate her. I hate her. I don't like hating people."