The Dementors Send Their Love, Potter!

I Can't Give A Professor Love!

We'll Be There, Harry," Said Ron "what?" "at Your Aunt And Uncle's House," Said Ron, "and Then We'll Go With You Wherever You're Going." "no-" Said Harry Quickly; He Hadn't Counted On This, He Had Meant Them To Understand That He Was Undertaking The Most Dangerous Journey Alone. "you Said It Once Before," Said Hermione Quickly, "that There Was Time To Turn Back If We Wanted To. We've Had Time, Haven't We? We're With You Whatever Happens.

But You've Been Too Busy Saving The Wizarding World. Well ... I Can't Say I'm Surprised. I Knew This Would Happen In The End. I Knew You Wouldn't Be Happy Unless You Were Hunting Voldemort. Maybe That's Why I Like You So Much.

Neither Can Live While The Other Survives, And One Of Us Is About To Leave For Good.

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.