"Sirius wouldn't have let Dumbledore leave me there," Harry said. It came out as purely a statement of fact, for which he was marginally grateful, but it still felt wrong to say. "Argh." He ran a hand roughly through his hair, making it even untidier than usual. "I hate this. I can't change what happened, so it's like I keep looking for someone to blame, like that'd help." He pulled off his glasses and cleaned them fiercely, if only so he wouldn't have to look Remus in the eyes. "I blame Sirius for giving up. I blame Pettigrew for taking him away from me. I blame Dumbledore for trying to mould me into a martyr, I blame you a bit for not just breaking the rules for once, so I could have known I wasn't totally alone, but mostly I blame myself because that's what I've always done, because of them, because... because of what they did to me, and I just..." he stopped, taking a deep, shuddering breath. Damnit.
He sank back into the cushions, his glasses still clutched slightly too tight in his hand. "Setting me up for success my bloody arse," he muttered, the old anger flaring up again through the misery.