Harry had indeed been eyeing the Pensieve with some apprehension. His previous experiences with the odd device that stored and revealed thoughts and memories, though highly instructive, had also been uncomfortable. The last time he had disturbed its contents, he had seen much more than he would have wished.

Do not forget that Lord Voldemort believes that he alone knows about his Horcruxes.’

It’s all this uncertainty with You-Know-Who coming back, people think they might be dead tomorrow, so they’re rushing all sorts of decisions they’d normally take time over. It was the same last time he was powerful, people eloping left right and centre –’

vague and unformulated plans

‘Humph,’ snorted Professor McGonagall. ‘It’s high time your grandmother learned to be proud of the grandson she’s got, rather than the one she thinks she ought to have

once she was alone and free for the first time in her life, then, I am sure, she was able to give full rein to her abilities and to plot her escape

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

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

but he knew that he was going the right way