Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (Book 6)

‘There is nothing to be feared from a body, Harry, any more than there is anything to be feared from the darkness.

He looked away from the sight of her tears as though they were indecent, but he could not pretend not to hear her.

they had an aura of tedious, hard and pointless work about them.

Harry bent over the Pensieve; his face broke the cool surface of the memory and then he was falling through darkness again … Seconds later his feet hit firm ground,

Acid Pops.

Harry did not really listen. 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 shri

Voldemort is now so immersed in evil, and these crucial parts of himself have been detached for so long, he does not feel as we do.

Do not forget that Lord Voldemort believes that he alone knows about his Horcruxes.’

‘Humph,’ snorted Professor McGonagall. ‘It’s high time your grandmother learned to be proud of the grandson she’s got, rather than the one she thinks she ought to have