You think the dead we 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.+
Happy Birthday to Jo Rowling, the woman who did the best she could with the talent she had. Thank you for everything.