The silence was unbearable to him. If the pictures could have reflected the feelings inside him, they would have been screaming in pain.

You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon.

No, I'm fine,' said Harry, wondering why he kept telling people this, and wondering whether he had ever been less fine.

Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind that neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his whole life.

I think it’s the books that you read when you’re young that live with you forever.

What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?

Everybody finished the song at different times. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. 'Ah music,' he said, wiping his eyes. 'A magic beyond all we do here!