He did not know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, friends or foes; all he cared about was that a dark stain was spreading across Dobby's front, and that he had stretched out his thin arms to Harry with a look of supplication. Harry caught him and laid him sideways on the cool grass. "Dobby, no, don't die, don't die -" The elf's eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words. "Harry...Potter..." And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great glassy orbs, sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see.
J. K. RowlingAre you insane? Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?
J. K. RowlingI am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you.
J. K. RowlingYoung people are so infernally convinced that they are absolutely right about everything.
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