Until the very end

“October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.”
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (via brianmalik)

lights will guide you home

You both realize, of course, that in the past few hours you have broken perhaps a dozen school rules.

I thought we might hit this little snag. You seem to be laboring under the delusion that I’m going to— What was the phrase? — come quietly. Well, I can tell you this: I have no intention of going to Azkaban.

A warmth was spreading through him that had nothing to do with the sunlight; a tight obstruction in his chest seemed to be dissolving.  He knew that Ron and Hermione were more shocked than they were letting on, but the mere fact that they were still there on either side of him, speaking bracing words of comfort, not shrinking from him as though he were contaminated or dangerous, was worth more than he could ever tell them.

The thing Harry Potter will miss most.