Witness for the defense, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb.
Being fed, and having a soft bed, and other people being in charge, seemed the most wonderful prospect in the world at that moment.
Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset.
Worst that can happen is Hagrid’ll have to get rid of the skrewts. Sorry ... did I say worst? I meant best.