Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter, #7)

by J.K. Rowling

Neither would live, neither could survive. He felt his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. How strange that in his dread of death, it pumped all the harder, valiantly keeping him alive. But it would have to stop, and soon. Its beats were numbered. How many would there be time for, as he rose and walked through the castle for the last time, out into the grounds and into the forest?

“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”