Ah, Music. A Magic Beyond All We

To Hurt Is As Human As To Breathe.

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?

You Never Get It Right, You People, Do You? Either We've Got Fudge, Pretending Everything's Lovely While People Get Murdered Right Under His Nose, Or We've Got You, Chucking The Wrong People Into Jail And Trying To Pretend You've Got 'the Chosen One' Working For You!

The Sky Outside The Window Was Changing Rapidly From Deep, Velvety Blue To Cold, Steely Gray And Then, Slowly, To Pink Shot With Gold.

He Accused Me Of Being Dumbledore's Man Through And Through." "how Very Rude Of Him." "i Told Him I Was." Dumbledore Opened His Mouth To Speak And Then Closed It Again. Fawkes The Phoenix Let Out A Low, Soft, Musical Cry. To Harry's Intense Embarrassment, He Suddenly Realized That Dumbledore's Bright Blue Eyes Looked Rather Watery, And Stared Hastily At His Own Knee. When Dumbledore Spoke, However, His Voice Was Quite Steady. "i Am Very Touched, Harry.