The Hallows, The Hallows. A Desperate Man’s

You Are Protected, In Short, By Your Ability To Love!

I'm A What?" Gasped Harry. "a Wizard, O' Course," Said Hagrid, Sitting Back Down On The Sofa, Which Groaned And Sank Even Lower, "an' A Thumpin' Good'un I'd Say, Once Yeh've Been Trained Up A Bit. With A Mum An' Dad Like Yours, What Else Would Yeh Be?

The Difficult Thing, The Glorious Thing, Was To Be Who You Really Were, Even If That Person Was Cruel Or Dangerous, Particularly If Cruel And Dangerous. There Was Courage In Not Distinguishing The Animal You Happened To Be. On The Other Hand, You Had To Avoid Pretending To Be More Of An Animal Than You Were: Take That Path, Start Exaggerating Or Faking And You Became Just Another Cubby, Just As Much Of A Liar, A Hypocrite

His Hand Closed Automatically Around The Fake Horcrux But In Spite Of Everything, In Spite Of The Dark And Twisting Path He Saw Stretching Ahead For Himself, In Spite Of The Final Meeting With Voldemort He Knew Must Come Whether In A Month In A Year Or In Ten, He Felt His Heart Lift At The Thought That There Was Still One Last Golden Day Of Peace Left To Enjoy With Ron And Hermione.

Sure You Can Manage That Broom, Potter?" Said A Cold, Drawling Voice. Draco Malfoy Had Arrived For A Closer Look, Crabbe And Goyle Right Behind Him. "yeah, Reckon So," Said Harry Casually. "got Plenty Of Special Features, Hasn't It?" Said Malfoy, Eyes Glittering Maliciously. "shame It Doesn't Come With A Parachute - In Case You Get Too Near A Dementor." Crabbe And Goyle Sniggered. "pity You Can't Attach An Extra Arm To Yours, Malfoy," Said Harry. "then It Could Catch The Snitch For You.