He had black eyes like Hagrid's, but completely empty of his warmth. They were cold and void, and made one think of two tunnels enveloped by darkness.
Ah, music, he said, wiping his eyes. A magic beyond all we do here.
Neville's childhood had been blighted by Voldemort just as much as Harry's had, but Neville had no idea how close he had come to having Harry's destiny. The prophecy could have referred to either of them, yet, for his own inscrutable reasons, Voldemort had chosen to believe that Harry was the one meant. Had Voldemort chosen Neville, it would be Neville sitting opposite Harry bearing the lightning-shaped scar and the weight of the prophecy... Or would it? Would Neville's mother have died to save him, as Lily had died for Harry? Surely she would... But what if she had been unable to stand between her son and Voldemort? Would there then have been no "Chosen One" at all? An empty seat where Neville now sat and a scarless Harry who would have been kissed good-bye by his own mother, not Ron's?
It is the unknown that we fear, when we see death and darkness... nothing more...
But some part of him realized, even as he fought to break free from Lupin, that Sirius had never kept him waiting before. Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him. If Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back... that he really was...
Dumbledore lowered his hands and stared at Harry through his half-moon glasses. "The moment has come for me to tell you what I should've told you five years ago, Harry. Sit down, please. You will know it all. I just ask you a little patience. You can scream... Do whatever you want... When I will have finished. I won't impede it."
Harry Potter : "Dumbledore's man, til the end".
Dumbledore will have left the school truly only when there is no one faithful to him anymore.
It was important Dumbledore said, to fight and fight again, and to continue fighting, for only that way could evil be kept at bay, even if it couldn't be completely irradicates.
You don't know what it means! You... none of you... has had to do anything of the sort! Do you think that learning by heart a couple of spells and conjuring them against him, as we do in class is enough? But there is nothing between you and your death other than... your brain, your liver, or something... how can you reason when you know that in a split second you will be assasined, tortured or see your friends die.