"I wish...I wish I were dead...”
“And what use would that be to anyone?

But he understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.

ϟ  ”It’s a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.”

It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.


But why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
But why on earth should that mean that it is not real?