In every shining moment of happiness is that drop of poison: the knowledge that pain will come again. Be honest to those you love, show your pain. To suffer is as human as to breathe.

Good even, my fine young yeomen! Come clap this loon in irons.

I mark the hours, every one, nor have I yet outrun the sun. My use and value unto you are gauged by what you have to do.

This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name.

Time is making fools of us again.

He felt his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. How strange that in his dread of death, it pumped all the harder, valiantly keeping him alive. But it would have to stop, and soon. Its beats were numbered. How many would there be time for, as he rose and walked through the castle for the last time, out into the grounds and into the forest?

Just as long as we're not wiping you off the pitch,' said Hermione.