You Don’t Understand — There Are Things

Silence Fell Between The Four Of Them As They Looked Up At The Sky. There Was No Sign Of Movement, The Stars Stared Back, Unblinking, Indifferent, Unobscured By Flying Friends. Where Was Ron? Where Were Fred And Mr Weasley? Where Were Bill, Fleur, Tonks, Mad Eye, Mundungus?

He Had No Memory Of Ever Being Hugged Like This, As Though By A Mother. The Full Weight Of Everything He Had Seen That Night Seemed To Fall In Upon Him As Mrs. Weasley Held Him To Her. His Mother's Face, His Father's Voice, The Sight Of Cedric, Dead On The Ground All Started Spinning In His Head Until He Could Hardly Bear It, Until He Was Screwing Up His Face Against The Howl Of Misery Fighting To Get Out Of Him.

Beside Him, Making Scarcely A Sound, Walked James, Sirius, Lupin, And Lily, And Their Presence Was His Courage, And The Reason He Was Able To Keep Putting One Foot In Front Of The Other.

We’re All Going To Keep Fighting, Harry. You Know That?

They Make A Fuss About Hogsmeade, But I Assure You, Harry, It's Not All It's Cracked Up To Be. All Right, The Sweetshop's Rather Good, And Zonko's Joke Shop's Frankly Dangerous, And Yes, The Shrieking Shack Is Always Worth A Visit, But Really, Harry, Apart From That, You're Not Missing Anything.