The realization of what would happen next settled gradually over Harry in the long minutes, like softly falling snow. "I've got to go back, haven't I?" "That is up to you." "I've got a choice?" "Oh yes." Dumbledore smiled at him. "We are in King's Cross, you say? I think that if you decided not to go back, you would be able toโฆlet's sayโฆboard a train." "And where would it take me?" "On," said Dumbledore simply.
J. K. RowlingThe silence was unbearable to him. If the pictures could have reflected the feelings inside him, they would have been screaming in pain.
J. K. RowlingHarry, just go down to the lake tomorrow, right, stick your head in, yell at the merpeople to give back whatever theyโve nicked, and see if they chuck it out. Best you can do, mate.
J. K. Rowling