I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do ever - was write novels.

No, Harry, you listen," said Hermione. "We're coming with you. That was decided months ago - years, really.

His hand closed automatically around the fake Horcrux but in spite of everything, in spite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting with Voldemort he knew must come whether in a month in a year or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione.

Because that's what Hermione does,' said Ron, shrugging. 'When in doubt, go to the library.

Death is just life's next big adventure.

You are omniscient as ever, Dumbledore." "Oh, no, merely friendly with the local barmen.

Have to? Of course you have to! But only because of you, Harry, won't rest until Voldemort is finished! Think now, for once, if you have never heard of the prophecy! What would you do?