Don't forget to give Neville our love!' Ginny told James as she hugged him.!' Neville-'James rolled his eyes.....

And Death spoke to them —’”“Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?”“It’s a fairy tale, Harry!”“Right, sorry. Go on.

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.

One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.

Don't forget to give Neville our love!' Ginny told James as she hugge

Parents shouldn't leave their kids unless —unless they've got to.

And again Harry understood without having to think. It did not matter about bringing them back, for he was about to join them. He was not really fetching them: They were fetching him.

Yeah, his school! It was his first real home, the place that meant he was special; it meant everything to him, and even after he left -""This is You-Know-Who we're talking about, right? Not you?" inquired Ron.

You'll stay with me? Until the very end, said James. They won't be able to see you? asked Harry. We are part of you, said Sirius. Invisible to anyone else.

You know, I sometimes think that we Sort too soon....

The long game was ended, the Snitch has been caught, it was time to leave the air....

...she wasn't reading Deathly Hallows at all. Her book wasn't orange but rose and water and sand, and featured a kid on a broomstick and white unicorn. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. She didn't notice me staring at her. 'Oh, I envy you,' I thought, but was smiling for her. She had just begun.