
Good luck, Harry Potter
”- Please Cato ..
. She said in a whisper, still crying.
- You can’t die … Are you listening me?
Cato smiled, trying to comfort her.
- Calm down Clovely. Nobody will be able to fight me. I promise I’ll get back to you.”
These memories… The day before the Reaping, still haunted his mind … Even more since she died.
“When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.” - J.K. Rowling

“It’s all wrong. By rights, we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing… this shadow. Even darkness must past. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you… that meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding onto something… There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.”