A warmth was spreading through Harry that had nothing to do with the sunlight; a tight obstruction in his chest seemed to be dissolving. The mere fact that they were still there on either side of him, speaking bracing words of comfort, was worth more than he could ever tell them.
"You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfume and wear them like hats upon your crazy heads. May you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world." -Ray Bradbury