La parte che amo di più
He closed his eyes, and turned the stone over in his hand, three times.he knew it had happened, because he heard slight movements around him that suggeste frail bodies shifting their footing on the hearthy, twig-strewn ground that marked the outer edge ofthe Forest. He opened his eyes and looked around.They were neither ghost nor truly fresh flesh, he coulsd see that. They resembled most closely the Riddle that had escaped from the diary, so long ago, and he had been memory made nearly solid. Less substantial than living bodies, but much more than ghost, they moved twords him, and on each face there was the same loving smile:James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he ha died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasley's.Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. he loooked happy to be in this familar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings.Lili's smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily as though she would never be able to look at him enough."You've been so brave."He could not speak. his eyes feasted on her, and he thought that he would like to stand and look at her forever, and that would be enough."You are nearly there,2 said james. "Very close, We are...so proud of You.""does it hurt?"The childish had fallen from Harry's lips before he could stop it."Dying? not at all." Said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep.""And he will want it to be quick. He wants it over," said Lupin."I didn't want You to die," Harry said. These words came without his volition. "Any of You. I'm sorry-""I am sorry too," said Lupin."Sorry I will never know him...but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life". A chilly breeze that seemed to emanate from the heart of the Forest lifted the the hair at Harry's brow. He knew that they would not tell him to go, that it would have to be his decision."You'll stay with me?""Until the very end," said James."They won't be able to see You?" asked Harry."We are part of You." Said Sirius . "invisible to anyone else."Harry looked at his mother."Stay close to me," he said quietly.And he set of. The Dementors' chill did not overcome him;he passed through it with his companions, and they acted like Patronuses to him, and together they marched through the old trees that grew closely together, their branches tangled, their roots gnarled and twisted underfoot. Harry clutced the Cloak tightly around him in the darkness, travelling deeper and deeper into the Forest, with no idea where exacltly Voldemort was, but sure that he would find him. Beside him, making scarcely a sound, walked James, Sirius, Lupin and Lily, and their presence was his courage, and the reason he was able to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
