Perhaps Just One More, Master

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.

He Sounds Exactly Like Moody," Said Harry Quietly, Tucking The Letter Away Again Inside His Robes. "'constant Vigilance!' You'd Think I Walk Around With My Eyes Shut, Banging Off The Walls.

Gryffindor, Where Dwell The Brave At Heart!

It Is Impossible To Manufacture Or Imitate Love.

He Sobbed In Desperation At The Burden Of Fear He Carried With Him Every Day Of His Life.