You Think The Dead We Loved Ever

Dumbledore Lowered His Hands And Surveyed Harry Through His Half-moon Glasses. 'it Is Time,’ He Said, ‘for Me To Tell You What I Should Have Told You Five Years Ago, Harry. Please Sit Down. I Am Going To Tell You Everything.

Don't Call Me Nymphadora, Remus.

We Tried To Shut Him In A Pyramid, But Mum Spotted Us.

But This Is Touching, Severus,” Said Dumbledore Seriously. “have You Grown To Care For The Boy, After All?” “for Him?” Shouted Snape. “expecto Patronum!” From The Tip Of His Wand Burst The Silver Doe. She Landed On The Office Floor, Bounded Once Across The Office, And Soared Out Of The Window. Dumbledore Watched Her Fly Away, And As Her Silvery Glow Faded He Turned Back To Snape, And His Eyes Were Full Of Tears. “after All This Time?” “always,” Said Snape.

Odd Words Floated Back To Them Over The Hundreds Of Heads. "nobility Of Spirit"..."intellectual Contribution"..."greatness Of Heart"...it Did Not Mean Very Much. It Had Little To Do With Dumbledore As Harry Had Known Him. He Suddenly Remembered Dumbledore's Idea Of A Few Words, "nitwit," "oddment," "blubber," And "tweak," And Again Had To Suppress A Grin.