"She picked up the book and then walked back past him into the tent, but as she did so, she brushed the top of his head lightly with her hand. He closed his eyes at her touch, and hated himself for wishing that what she said was true: that Dumbledore had really cared."
"I've never stunned anyone except in our D.A. lessons,"said Luna, sounding mildly interested. "That was noisier than I thought it would be."
"Does it hurt?"The childish question had escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it. "Dying? Not at all,"said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep."
"The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well."
"Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: his will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death."
"Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain."