No doubt, a father and his son.
And this thought took such hold upon her mind that she prayed
And, still clanking, he hurried toward one of the many doors leading off the hall. Harry looked back at Travers , who was still rooted to the spot looking abnormally vacant, and made his decision. With a flick of his wand he made Travers come with them, walking meekly in their wake as they reached the door and passed into the rough stone passageway beyond, which was lit with flaming torches.
“And helped him do it,” murmured Moody.
Next she allowed temperature to waft into her sensorium. Sun warmed thefingers of her right hand, while the palm, in shadow, stayed cool. A breeze draftedthe back of her legs. Her left hand, pressed against the skin of her belly, was warm.
‘I told you to get to bed!’