Quote by J.K. Rowling

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.

She picked up the book and then walked back past him into th

Summary

In this quote, the character reflects on a moment of vulnerability. Despite feeling touched by someone's affectionate gesture, they struggle with their own inner conflict. A sense of longing is present as they secretly yearn for the belief that Dumbledore, their guide and mentor, truly cared for them. This quote captures the protagonist's emotional turmoil and their internal battle between hope and self-doubt.

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Love Harry Potter Romance Hermione Granger

By J.K. Rowling

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