We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.
Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
It’s going to be all right, sir,” Harry said over and over again, more worried by Dumbledore’s silence than he had been by his weakened voice. “We’re nearly there … I can Apparate us both back … don’t worry …” “I am not worried, Harry,” said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. “I am with you.
He must have known I’d want to leave you.” “No, he must have known you would always want to come back.
What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally the whole school knows.
You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts…but you cannot deny he’s got style…
I DON’T CARE!” Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!” “You do care,” said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. “You care so much…
Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. “After all this time?” “Always,” said Snape.
Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here!
Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
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