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And Then He Greeted Death As An Old Friend, And Went With Him Gladly, And, Equals, They Departed This Life.

Dumbledore Was On His Feet Again, Pale As Any Of The Surrounding Inferi, But Taller Than Any Too, The Fire Dancing In His Eyes; His Wand Was Raised Like A Torch And From Its Tip Emanated The Flames, Like A Vast Lasso, Encircling Them All With Warmth.

Probably That You're Going To Be Eaten By A Giant Marshmallow Or Something.

On Harry Dug, Deeper And Deeper Into The Hard, Cold Earth, Subsuming His Grief In Sweat, Denying The Pain In His Scar.

Harry Looked Down And Saw Deep Green Mountains And Lakes, Coppery In The Sunset.