Yes, It Is Easy To See That

I'm Not Going To Be Murdered," Harry Said Out Loud. "that's The Spirit, Dear," Said His Mirror Sleepily.

Beside Him, Making Scarcely A Sound, Walked James, Sirius, Lupin, And Lily, And Their Presence Was His Courage, And The Reason He Was Able To Keep Putting One Foot In Front Of The Other.

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

Does It Hurt?" The Childish Question Had Escaped Harry's Lips Before He Could Stop It. "dying? Not At All," Said Sirius. "quicker And Easier Than Falling Asleep.

The Scar Had Not Pained Harry For Nineteen Years. All Was Well.