I DON'T CARE!" Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!" "You do care," said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. "You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
[Life] [Death] [Hurt] [J.K. Rowling] [Pain] [Dumbledore] [Ache]
Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?" "For him?" shouted Snape. "Expecto patronum!" From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: she landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. "After all this time?" "Always" said Snape.
[J.K. Rowling] [Dumbledore] [Snape] [Lily Evans] [Patronus]
I feel I owe you another explanation Harry," said Dumbledore hesitantly. "You may, perhaps, wondered why I never chose you as a prefect? I must confess...that I rather thought...you had enough responsibility to be going on with." Harry looked up at him and saw a tear trickling down Dumbledore's face into his long silver beard.
[J.K. Rowling] [Dumbledore] [Responsibility] [Prefect]
What do you see when you look in the mirror?' 'I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks.' Harry stared. 'One can never have enough socks,' said Dumbledore. 'Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.
[J.K. Rowling] [Dumbledore]
It's going to be all right, sir," Harry said over and over again, more worried by Dumbledore's silence than he had been by his weakened voice. "We're nearly there ... I can Apparate us both back ... don't worry ..." "I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you.
[Hope] [J.K. Rowling] [Dumbledore]