Always The Tone Of Surpise.

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

It Was, He Thought, The Difference Between Being Dragged Into The Arena To Face A Battle To The Death And Walking Into The Arena With Your Head Held High. Some People, Perhaps, Would Say That There Was Little To Choose Between The Two Ways, But Dumbledore Knew - And So Do I, Thought Harry, With A Rush Of Fierce Pride, And So Did My Parents - That There Was All The Difference In The World.

It Was So Good To Be Held. If Only Their Relationship Could Be Distilled Into Simple, Wordless Gestures Of Comfort. Why Had Humans Ever Learned To Talk?

It's Just Hard," Harry Said Finally, In A Low Voice, "to Realize He Won't Write Me Again

What Would Your Head Have Been Doing In Hogsmeade, Potter?" Said Snape Softly. "your Head Is Not Allowed In Hogsmeade. No Part Of Your Body Has Permission To Be In Hogsmeade.