No, Harry, you listen," said Hermione. "We're coming with you. That was decided months ago - years, really.

He was about to go home, about to return to the place where he had had a family. It was in Godric’s Hollow that, but for Voldemort, he would have grown up and spent every school holiday. He could have invited friends to his house. . . . He might even have had brothers and sisters. . . . It would have been his mother who had made his seventeenth birthday cake. The life he had lost had hardly ever seemed so real to him as at this moment, when he knew he was about to see the place where it had been taken from him.

Killing rips the soul apart.

It is my baby and if I want to bring it out to play again, I will.

Personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a checklist of acquisition. Your qualifications are not your life.

Yeah,” said Ron, “and lucky Harry doesn’t lose his head in a crisis — ‘there’s no wood,’ honestly.