I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!

It is our choices... that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

Merlin's pants!" shrieked Hermione, jumping up and running from the room. "Merlin's pants?" repeated Ron, looking amused. "She must be really upset.

Overload 'em with information an' they'll kill yeh jus' to simplify things.

I would rather die than betray his trust." "That's not saying much, seeing as you're already dead," Ron observed. "Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe," said Nearly Headless Nick in affronted tones.

I'm not going to be murdered," Harry said out loud. "That's the spirit, dear," said his mirror sleepily.

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.