bow to Death, harry potter (джен)

" Harry (wait, no—) glances to the side, his face contemplative. His voice, when he speaks, is soft and musing. “That is not dead which can eternal lie…”
The jeers cut off abruptly.
And Harry smiles. “And with strange aeons, even Death may die. ” "
 
How bold it is, to assume yourself to be above Death.