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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us...

Why had he never apprecited the miracle he was, brain and nerve and pounding heart? It would all be gone...

Or if he could have launched himself in front of a wand to save someone he loved... He envied even his parents' deaths now. This cold-blooded walk to his own destruction would require a different kind of bravery

Yet it did not occur to him now to try to escape, to outrun Voldemort. It was over, he knew it, and all that was left was the thing itself: dying.

Terror washed over him as he lay on the floor, with that funeral drum pounding inside him. Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought that it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself. His will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death.

...through grounds that seemed themselves to have risen in rebellion.

There was silence in the hall, now, the kind of silence that presses against the eardrums, that seems too huge to be contained by walls.

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.

Not my daughter, you bitch!

It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.