Gosh, what a gripping story. You must have been simply terrified. Meanwhile we went to Godric's Hollow and, let's think, what happened there, Harry? Oh yes, You-Know-Who's snake turned up, it nearly killed both of us, and then You-Know-Who himself arrived and missed us by about a second. Imagine losing fingernails, Harry! That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesn't it?

What will come, will come; you just have to be there to meet it.

Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: his will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death.

I will carry on writing, to be sure. But I don't know if I would want to publish again after Harry Potter.

They’re evacuating the younger kids and everyone’s meeting in the Great Hall to get organized. We’re fighting.

Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good.

Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human —” “THEN — I — DON’T — WANT — TO — BE — HUMAN!” Harry roared.