"Harry!" Memory-Dumbledore said sharply. "You will control yourself. I…"
"Because that's what you want, isn't it, Dumbledore?" Memory-Harry asked, his head moving side to side with anger evident on his face. "It's all been about getting everything under your control. You tried to make me weak, you try to learn about everything I can do, you want me to be under your thumb. It's not happening, I'm going to deal with Voldemort my way."
"Harry, I cannot let you do that." Dumbledore frowned.
"YES! Yes, you can!" Memory- Harry snapped at him. "This is a war and you aren't helping anyone, let me do it! Let me stop him! You don't even have to help, just stay out of my way!"
Dumbledor breathed out a heavy sigh as if he was making the hardest decision in the world. He pulled his wand out, letting it rest in his hand. "I'm afraid that I cannot do that, Harry. You've already taken a great many lives…"
"They were death eaters! Rapists! Murderers! They want to kill me and everyone around me!"
"I'm sorry, Harry," Dumbledore said apologetically. "but this cannot be allowed to continue. Come with me, peacefully, do this, and I will make sure you get a fair trial."
"A fair trial?" Memory-Harry scoffed, spitting on the floor. "Like Sirius? Huh? My godfather who never got a trial in the first place and had to spend thirteen years of my life, and his own, in a hell complete with soul-sucking demons?! Huh?! You remember that, Dumbledore? The guy you could have gotten free, the guy you could have at least got a trial, but no. You didn't because if he was free then I would have had no choice but to go to my relatives and those precious blood wards of yours."
"Those blood wards were the best protection available and…"
"I don't care," Harry interrupted. "you've ruined so many lives, including mine. Just stay out of my way, Dumbledore. Go home and maybe you can one day die in peace on your bed, just leave the war to those actually willing to fight it." Harry said before he turned around and took a few steps, stopping when Dumbledore called his name.
"I can't let you walk away," Dumbledore said, aiming his wand at Harry's back. "come with me, now."
"Last chance, Dumbledore," Harry warned. "walk away."