I told my doctor I broke my arm in two places. He told me to keep out of those places.
— Why do they affect me so, Professor? I mean, more than everyone else...
— Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They feed on every good feeling, every happy memory, until a person is left with nothing but his worst experiences. You're not weak, Harry. The Dementors affect you most, because there are true horrors in your past. Horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine. You have nothing to be ashamed of.
You put the man into a bare-knuckle boxing match. What the fuck did you expect? A grease-down and a shiatsu?
— I'm supposed to treat you like a fucking kid again, uh? Keep you away from guns and fucking rope, is that it? You think I haven't got enough on?! You think I haven't got enough on? The war is done! Shut the door on it. Shut the door on it like I did, eh?... Like I fucking did.
— Like you? But I'm not fucking you! I am not fucking you! Everyone fucking knows it!
Explanation:
Arthur tried to commit suicide.