“Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.”
Want to hear something funny? When I was a kid, I wanted SO BAD for a teenage wizard to fail their Apparition Test and end up popping into existence right in my bedroom. And then I realized it could have already happened–the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad would have had to show up and modify my memory, so maybe it really did happen and I just don’t remember it! BUT then I thought about Voldemort, and I kid you not I had a legitimate fear of him apparating into my room and killing me on the spot . . .
Hey, you know who was a wise guy? Albus-freaking–DUMBLEDORE. I remember reading HBP and thinking, there’s no WAY he just died. There’s no way! He’s Dumbledore, nothing can hurt him, he’s invincible. But, alas! The mighty here really had fallen. Before you ask, YES, I cried. A lot. Partly due to the fact that I can cry at the drop of a hat, and the other part because DUMBLEDORE JUST DIED, you insensitive jerk. (KIDDING;))
So since Dumbledore was the ever thoughtful and profound guardian over Harry’s well-being, and was the hand that prepared him the most for his destiny, I think today is a good day to reflect on the words that stemmed from the brilliant mind that IS Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.
The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.
Indifference and neglect often do more much more damage than outright dislike.
Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.
Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.
Youth can not know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.
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.
You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly in times of great struggle?
Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
Voldemort himself created his worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do! Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? All of them realize that, one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back!
It is important to fight, and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then can evil be kept at bay, though never quite eradicated.
We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on.
From this point forth, we shall be leaving the firm foundation of fact and journeying together through the murky marshes of memory into thickets of wildest guesswork.
Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love.
You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that he must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying.
Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
So there you have it- some wise words from the man himself, THE most celebrated Head to grace Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and one of the most ingenious men, well, ever-