What do I care how 'e looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.

Print will never die. There's no substitute for the feel of an actual book. I adore physically turning pages, and being able to underline passages and not worrying about dropping them in the bath or running out of power. I also find print books objects of beauty.

He read the letter again, but could not take in any more meaning than he had done the first time and was reduced to staring at the handwriting itself. She had made her g's the same way he did : he searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil. The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

Are — you — insane?” said Hermione in a hushed voice. 'I don't think so,' said Harry, shrugging.

It was strange how your brain could know what your heart refused to accept.

Her grief was so big and wild it terrified her, like an evil beast that had erupted from under the floorboards.