[There is a sudden lash of frustrated anger in him at the response. He had hoped foolishly that there was some explanation, perhaps too desperate to see his daughter again. Oh, there is certainly a part of him that recognizes the raw emotion in her face, her understandable look of betrayal, but he's also feeling the same way, especially at the accusation.

He does not yell. Instead, his voice is low and furious, like a lick of flames.]

How dare you. Who the hell do you think you are? After everything she and I went through...

[Harry scoffs.] Well, you can't do much more to me. And you can bet she has all the tools to make it out. Your people will lose, again.