'He accused me of being "Dumbledores man through and through".'
'How very rude of him.'
'I told him I was.'
Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak and them closed it again. Behind Harry, Fawkes the phoenix let out a low, soft, musical cry. To Harry's intense embarrassement, he suddenly realised that Dumbledore's bright blue eyes looked rather watery, and stared hastily at his own knees. When Dumbledore spoke, however, his voice was quite steady.
'I am very touched, Harry.'

"Looking for Ron?" she asked, smirking. "He's over there, ther filthy hypocrite."
Harry looked into the corner she was indicating. There, in full view of the whole room, stood Ron wrapped so closely around Lavender Brown it was hard to tell whose hands were whose.
"It looks like he's eating her face, doesn't it?" said Ginny dispassionately. "But I suppose he's got to refine his technique somhow. Good game, Harry."

But he understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was , he thought, the difference between dragged into the arena to face as battle of deathand walking into the arnea with your head high. Some people perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but DD knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.

"It´s going to be all right, sir," Harry said over and over again, more worried by Dumbledore´s silence than he had been by his weakened voise. "We´re nearly there ... I can Apparate us booth back ... don´t worry ..."

"I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you."

Harry neither knew nor cared waht the message meant. Only one thing mattered: this was not a Horcrux. Dumbledore had weakened himself by drinking that terrible potion for nothing. Harry crumpled the parchment in his hands and his eyes burned with tears as behind him Fang began to howl.

Harry had known there was no hope from the moment that the Body_ Bind Curse Dumbledore had placed upon him lifted, known that it could have happened only because its caster was dead; but there was still no preparation for seeing him there, spread-eagled, broken: the greastest wizard Harry had ever, or would ever, meet.