Yeah, I Get A Death Scene, But

My Word, Severus, That I Shall Never Reveal The Best Of You?' Dumbledore Sighed, Looking Down Into Snape's Ferocious, Anguished Face. 'if You Insist.

The Castle Grounds Were Gleaming In The Sunlight As Though Freshly Painted; The Cloudless Sky Smiled At Itself In The Smoothly Sparkling Lake, The Satin-green Lawns Rippled Occasionally In A Gentle Breeze: June Had Arrived.

She Was On Edge, Feeling That She Might Snap Or Cry At The Smallest Provocation.

Talent And Intelligence Never Yet Inoculated Anyone Against The Caprice Of The Fates.

Somewhere Out In The Darkness, A Phoenix Was Singing In A Way Harry Had Never Heard Before: A Stricken Lament Of Terrible Beauty. And Harry Felt, As He Had Felt About Phoenix Song Before, That The Music Was Inside Him, Not Without: It Was His Own Grief Turned Magically To Song.