Then you should have died! Died, rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you!
Get up, you useless lump, get up!
Nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts.
It was as though they had been plunged into a fabulous dream. This, thought Harry, was surely the only way to travel - past swirls and turrets of snowy cloud, in a car full of hot, bright sunlight, with a fat pack of toffees in the glove compartment.
Of course not,” said Hermione. “Everything we need is here on this paper.
In the end, love wins. It does win. We know it wins. When a person dies, love isn’t turned off like a faucet. It is an amazingly resilient part of us.