kriti ki kahaani

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love. By returning, you may ensure that fewer souls are maimed, fewer families are torn apart. If that seems to you a worthy goal, then we say good-bye for the present.

…a gold-coloured cauldron… was emitting one of the most seductive scents Harry had ever inhaled: somehow it reminded him simultaneously of treacle tart, the woody smell of a broomstick handle and something flowery he thought he might have smelled at The Burrow…

‘It’s Amortentia!… It’s the most powerful love potion in the world!’ said Hermione…. ‘And it’s supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us…’

… [Harry] caught a sudden waft of that flowery smell he had picked up in Slughorn’s dungeon. He looked round and saw that Ginny had joined them.