Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Harry Potter, #3)

by J.K. Rowling

What to do when you know the worst is coming. . . .

Never forget that when thirteen dine together, the first to rise will be the first to die!”

You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no . . . anything. There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just — exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever . . . lost.”

“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.”