Happiness would come, Harry thought, but at the moment it was muffled by exhaustion, and the pain of losing Fred and Lupin and Tonks pierced him like a physical wound every few steps. Most of all he felt the most stupendous relief, and a longing to sleep.
“This connection between me and Voldemort… what if the reason for it is that I am becoming more like him? I just feel so angry, all the time. What if after everything that I’ve been through, something’s gone wrong inside me? What if I’m becoming bad?”
i thought “hey let’s take a super lame picture and let me pretend i’m falling into the totally shallow water” so i get on the thing but i genuinely loose my balance so this is the honest look of terror on my face
I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death.