My problem isn’t that my favorite characters aren’t real; it’s that I’m not fictional. I don’t want them to be real. What I desperately wish is that I could be fictional with them. It’s not that I want them here with me in this mundane and ordinary world; it’s that I want to join them in their extraordinary one.
Brooke Davis Appreciation Week » Day 3: Favorite Season I realize I let company matter too much. You know, we spend all this time building something up, And then we don’t enjoy it. We just sit there, terrified that someone is gonna take it away from us.
"What they’re saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric’s Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are — are — that they’re — dead."
Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.
"Lily and James… I can’t believe it… I didn’t want to believe it… Oh, Albus…"