Clever as I am, I remain just as big a fool as anyone else.

The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms?

The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and must therefore be treated with great caution.

I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry.

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.

Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb.

Yes, Harry, blessed as I am with extraordinary brainpower, I understood everything you told me. I think you might even consider the possibility that I understood more than you did.