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by
J.K. Rowling
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July 6, 2020 - December 8, 2021
“Ginny!” said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. “Haven’t I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never
trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.
“Which goes to show that the best of us must sometimes eat our words,”
It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
“You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don’t want to be told?”
MOONY, WORMTAIL, PADFOOT, AND PRONGS
“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO HARRY?” roared Black. “HOW DARE YOU FACE HIM? HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT JAMES IN FRONT OF HIM?”
“THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!” roared Black. “DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!”
Sirius’s gaunt face broke into the first true smile Harry had seen upon it. The difference it made was startling, as though a person ten years younger were shining through the starved mask; for a moment, he was recognizable as the man who had laughed at Harry’s parents’ wedding.
The Patronus turned. It was cantering back toward Harry across the still surface of the water. It wasn’t a horse. It wasn’t a unicorn, either. It was a stag. It was shining brightly as the moon above . . . it was coming back to him. . . . It stopped on the bank. Its hooves made no mark on the soft ground as it stared at Harry with its large, silver eyes. Slowly, it bowed its antlered head. And Harry realized . . . “Prongs,” he whispered.
“We’ll see each other again,” he said. “You are — truly your father’s son, Harry. . . .”
“Yes, your father was always a stag when he transformed,” he said. “You guessed right . . . that’s why we called him Prongs.”
“I expect you’ll tire of hearing it, but you do look extraordinarily like James. Except for the eyes . . . you have your mother’s eyes.”
“You think the dead we have loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of
him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night.”
So you did see your father last night, Harry. . . . You found him inside yourself.”
