The Hallows, the Hallows. A desperate man’s dream!

If there is a connection between Harry Potter and my new novel, it's my interest in characters.

These girls... they're going to kill me, Harry.

You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?

Look...at...me..." he whispered. The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.

He yearned not to feel... He wished he could rip out his heart, his innards, everything that was screaming inside him.

Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human —” “THEN — I — DON’T — WANT — TO — BE — HUMAN!” Harry roared.