Madam Pince, Our Librarian, Tells

You'd Better Hurry Up, They'll Be Waiting For 'the Chosen Captain' — 'the Boy Who Scored'— Whatever They Call You These Days.

He Lay Face Down, Listening To The Silence. He Was Perfectly Alone. Nobody Was Watching. Nobody Else Was There. He Was Not Perfectly Sure That He Was There Himself.

He Had No Memory Of Ever Being Hugged Like This, As Though By A Mother. The Full Weight Of Everything He Had Seen That Night Seemed To Fall In Upon Him As Mrs. Weasley Held Him To Her. His Mother's Face, His Father's Voice, The Sight Of Cedric, Dead On The Ground All Started Spinning In His Head Until He Could Hardly Bear It, Until He Was Screwing Up His Face Against The Howl Of Misery Fighting To Get Out Of Him.

I Definitely Know That-that Love Is The Most Powerful Thing Of All And I Remember Thinking That-god, I'm About To Make Myself Cry But, I Remember Thinking That When 9/11 Happened Because Those Last Phone Calls Were About-the Last Thing Knowingly, That I'm Going To Say On This Earth Is 'i Love You.' What's More Powerful Than That? What's More Proof Than That? Beyond Fear, Beyond Death.

It Is A Curious Thing, Harry, But Perhaps Those Who Are Best Suited To Power Are Those Who Have Never Sought It. Those Who, Like You, Have Leadership Thrust Upon Them, And Take Up The Mantle Because They Must, And Find To Their Own Surprise That They Wear It Well.