Harry, You Wonderful Boy, You Brave, Brave

And Sure Enough, In Seeking To Become Superhuman This Foolhardy Young Man Renders Himself Inhuman. The Heart That He Has Locked Away Slowly Shrivels And Grows Hair, Symbolising His Own Descent To Beasthood.

I Bet You’re Not Dangerous At All, Are You? Are You, You Great Ugly Brute?

I Would Assume That You Were Going To Offer Me Refreshment, But The Evidence So Far Suggests That That Would Be Optimistic To The Point Of Foolishness.

For That Was The Terrible Power Of The Dementors: To Force Their Victims To Relive The Worst Memories Of Their Lives, And Drown, Powerless, In Theirown Despair. . . .

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.