And now a chill settled over them where they stood, and Harry heard the rasping breath of the dementors that patrolled the outer trees. They would not affect him now. The fact of his own survival burned inside him, a talisman against them, as though his father's stag kept guardian in his heart.
J. K. RowlingYou are omniscient as ever, Dumbledore." "Oh, no, merely friendly with the local barmen.
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