|“|| He lay face down, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself.
A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than disembodied thought, because he was lying, definitely lying, on some surface. Therefore, he had a sense of a touch, and the thing against which he lay existed too.
There are no moments from this chapter.
|Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows|
|The Prince's Tale||The Forest Again||King's Cross||The Flaw in the Plan||Nineteen Years Later|