Our Headmaster Is Taking A Short Break,"

The Scar Had Not Pained Harry For Nineteen Years. All Was Well.

Directly Above Them, Framed In The Doorway From The Brain Room, Stood Albus Dumbledore, His Wand Aloft, His Face White And Furious. Harry Felt A Kind Of Electric Charge Surge Through Every Particle Of His Body - They Were Saved.

Ron: Why Spiders? Why Couldn't It Be "follow The Butterflies?

Why Would I Go Looking For Someone I Know Wants To Kill Me?

Have To? Of Course You Have To! But Only Because Of You, Harry, Won't Rest Until Voldemort Is Finished! Think Now, For Once, If You Have Never Heard Of The Prophecy! What Would You Do?