Early next morning, Harry woke with a plan fully formed in his mind, as though his sleeping brain had been working on it all night.

"It's called what kind of church?" Could God have changed things for the early Saints?

"I don't believe it!"

May liked bats. The problem with the question How could a loving God allow this to happen? Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at him.

"Is that all you're taking?" If I were to ask you what is the heaviest burden one may have to bear in this life, would you answer?

When Harry woke up on Sunday morning, it took him a moment to remember why he felt so miserable and worried.

"The Reverend Miriam Young has passed on, I'm afraid."

The weather report said it was going to be a beautiful day in New York City and a good day for flying. The of talking face-to-face with Sirius was all that sustained Harry over the next fortnight, the only spot in the horizon that had never looked darker. May always said we were angels before we were ever people. In my Seminary class, I give students the opportunity to ask gospel related questions. Harry got up on Sunday morning and dressed so inattentively that it was a while before he realized he was trying to pull his hat onto his foot instead of his sock.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, the brightest yellow sunshine was coming through the window. Most of us have had the experience of waking up on a beautiful summer day, where the weather is prime, not a cloud in the sky, temperatures are perfect, and you want to just take it all in. Harry, Ron and Hermione went up to the Owlery that evening to find Pigwidgeon, so that Harry could send Sirius a letter telling him that he he had managed to get past his dragon unscathed. And then a big wind came and set everything free.