Slowly, very slowly, he sat up, and as he did so he felt more alive, and more aware of his own living body than ever before. Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart? It would all be gone...or at least, he would be gone from it. His breath came slow and deep, and his mouth and throat were completely dry, but so were his eyes.

You said to us once before," said Hermione quietly, "that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, haven't we?

Harry, you wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.

Like the fact that the person Sirius cared for the most about in the world was you," said Dumbledore quietly.

Where is Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn't there. "Still in the showers," said Fred. "We think he's trying to drown himself.

The Prophet is bound to report the truth occasionally," said Dumbledore, "if only accidentally.

Your great puddin' of a son don' need fattin' anymore Dursley, don't worry