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?

On this spot, on the night of 31 October 1981, Lily and James Potter lost their lives. Their son, Harry, remains the only wizard ever to have survived the Killing Curse. This house, invisible to Muggles, has been left in its ruined state as a monument to the Potters and as a reminder of the violence that tore apart their family.

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

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

He dug with a kind of fury, relishing the manual work, glorying in the non-magic of it, for every drop of his sweat and every blister felt like a gift to the elf who had saved their lives.

“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love.

Harry’s voice was still saying, “Dobby . . . Dobby . . .” even though he knew that the elf had gone where he could not call him back.

Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. The idea made him feel strangely lonely.

“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”