Do Not Pity The Dead, Harry.

The Idea Of Dumbledore's Corpse Frightened Harry Much Less Than The Possibility That He Might Have Misunderstood The Living Dumbledore's Intentions.

Hand Over The Prophecy And No One Need Get Hurt," Said Malfoy Coolly. It Was Harry's Turn To Laugh. "yeah, Right!" He Said. "i Will Give You This - Prophecy, Is It? And You'll Just Let Us Skip Off Home, Will You?

Would You Like A Cough Drop Dolores?

The Long Game Was Ended, The Snitch Had Been Caught, It Was Time To Leave The Air.

The Hook-nosed Teacher Looked Past Quirrell’s Turban Straight Into Harry’s Eyes — And A Sharp, Hot Pain Shot Across The Scar On Harry’s Forehead.