You Can't Give A Dementor The Old

I Was Supposed To Be Waiting Up Here When You Got Back, Only Your Phoenix Lot Got In The Way...” “yes, They Do That,” Said Dumbledore.

From This Point Forth, We Shall Be Leaving The Firm Foundation Of Fact And Journeying Together Through The Murky Marshes Of Memory Into Thickets Of Wildest Guesswork.

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

Do Not Pity The Dead, Harry. Pity The Living, And, Above All Those Who Live Without Love.

When You Have Seen As Much Of Life As I Have, You Will Not Underestimate The Power Of Obsessive Love.