“And Death spoke to them —’”“Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?”“It’s a fairy tale, Harry!”“Right, sorry. Go on.”

“The words came out before Harry had quite got his tongue around them.“Wangoballwime?”“Sorry?” said Cho.“D’you — d’you want to go to the ball with me?” said Harry. Why did he have to go red now? Why?“Oh!” said Cho, and she went red too. “Oh Harry, I’m really sorry,” and she truly looked it. “I’ve already said I’ll go with someone else.”

“The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of us?' Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.”

“And when the creature spoke, it used Harry’s mouth, so that in his agony he felt his jaw move...“Kill me now Dumbledore...”Blinded and dying, every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again...“If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy...”

“Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry interrupted again."So he can sneak up on people," said Ron. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking...”

“IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU, HARRY!”

“Harry, I've left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry--" "They won't," said Harry. "That you're safe--" "That'll just depress them." "--and you'll see them next summer." "Do I have to?”