Written By Anderson
“What are you doing with Potter, all these evenings you are closeted together?“ Snape asked abruptly.
"Keep at a trot, and you shall have a double fee."
This was perilous.
“Stay still!” grunted the dwarf, grabbing hold of Harry's bag and pulling him back.
Two figures were moving about the room; we know them both. One was the fairy named Care, the other the messenger of Fortune. They bent over the dead.
Impulsively, she embraced him and kissed him again. He, too, was floodedwith emotion all at once-back from the dead, the beautiful princess filling his arms,snatching him from the teeth of the void. He felt overwhelmed. Unable to move,even to speak, he held her tightly, his blind eyes closed fast against all the sordidrealities that would come rushing in soon enough.
Harry was now so chilled he thought longingly of the snug, dry interiors of the cars streaming along below, then, even more longingly, of travelling by Floo powder; it might be uncomfortable to spin around in fireplaces but it was at least warm in the flames.... Kingsley Shacklebolt swooped around him, bald pate and earring gleaming slightly in the moonlight.... Now Emmeline Vance was on his right, her wand out, her head turning left and right ... then she, too, swooped over him, to be replaced by Sturgis Podmore....