Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

He looked out over the ocean and felt closer, this dawn, than ever before, closer to the heart of it all.

HERE LIES DOBBY, A FREE ELF.

And Dumbledore had known that Harry would not duck out, that he would keep going to the end, even though it was his end, because he had taken trouble to get to know him, hadn’t he?

his mind full of those things that had come to him in the grave, ideas that had taken shape in the darkness, ideas both fascinating and terrible.

It was not, after all, so easy to die. Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.

“He has, to use the common phrase, done a bunk,” replied Professor McGonagall,

Slowly, very slowly, he sat up, and as he did so he felt more alive and more aware of his own living body than ever before. Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?

It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.

Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.