There is nothing to be feared from a body, Harry, any more than there is anything to be feared from the darkness. Lord Voldemort, who of course secretly fears both, disagrees. But once again he reveals his own lack of wisdom. It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
SNAPE: Strange isn't it? What comes from within.
Harry groaned, looking down. Divination was his least favorite subject, apart from Potions. Professor Trelawney kept predicting Harry's death, which he found extremely annoying.
Some of the furor that surrounded a Harry Potter publication was fun.
Hedwig clicked her beak with a sort of dignified disapproval.
YOU CHEATING SCUM! Lee Jordan was howling into the megaphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagall's reach. YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B — Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to tell him off. She was actually shaking her finger in Malfoy's direction, her hat had fallen off, and she too was shouting furiously.