“Why can’t I drink the potion instead?” asked Harry desperately.“Because I am much older, much cleverer, and much less valuable,” said Dumbledore.”
“The idea of Dumbledore's corpse frightened Harry much less than the possibility that he might have misunderstood the living Dumbledore's intentions.”
“Pamplona is changed, of course, but not as much as we are older. I found that if you took a drink that it got very much the same as it always was.”
“Why is this,” she asked, again in that dreamy tone, “so much more real than that? One’s night, one’s day, why is this so much more real? That I can’t forget the things from the day, and I can’t remember the things from the night?”
“Once again I must ask too much of you, Harry.”
“I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you.”