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

Boiling with anger at Snape, his desire to do something desperate and risky had increased tenfold in the last few minutes.

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.

‘Yes, this is the place,’ said Dumbledore. ‘How can you tell?’ Harry spoke in a whisper. ‘It has known magic,’ said Dumbledore simply.

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

but he knew that he was going the right way

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

He felt no curiosity at all about R.A.B.: he doubted that he would ever feel curious again.

Harry had never attended a funeral before; there had been no body to bury when Sirius had died. He did not know what to expect and was a little worried about what he might see, about how he would feel.

‘toffee eclairs’