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That's Right," Said Luna Encouragingly, As If They Were Back In The Room Of Requirement And This Was Simply Spell Practice For The D.a. "that's Right, Harry... Come On, Think Of Something Happy..." "something Happy?" He Said, His Voice Cracked. "we're All Still Here," She Whispered, "we're Still Fighting. Come On, Now.

You Can Have A Very Intense Relationship With Fictional Characters Because They Are In Your Own Head.

But You're Dead," Said Harry. "oh Yes," Said Dumbledore Matter-of-factly. "then...i'm Dead Too?" "ah," Said Dumbledore, Smiling Still More Broadly. "that Is The Question, Isn't It? On The Whole, Dear Boy, I Think Not.” They Looked At Each Other, The Old Man Still Beaming. "not?" Repeated Harry. "not," Said Dumbledore. "but…" Harry Raised His Hand Instinctively Toward The Lightning Scar. It Did Not Seem To Be There. "but I Should Have Died—i Didn't Defend Myself! I Meant To Let Him Kill Me!" "and That," Said Dumbledore, "will, I Think, Have Made All The Difference.

Dobby Is A Free Elf, And Dobby Has Come To Save Harry Potter And His Friends!

Perhaps You Have Been Looking In The Wrong Places.