In Dante's Divine Comedy, Hell was created to punish the souls of those who died unrepentant. The souls in Purgatory were different: the sins they had committed in life had been forgiven through repentance, but their flawed nature remained. They had to endure painful trials to cleanse it completely before ascending to The Paradise.
Pomona was very curious whether Dumbledore would be sentenced to Purgatory or Hell after his death.
After a brief lapse of attention, she turned her focus back to the matter at hand.
Riding a broom and riding a magical creature felt different... That day, just like now, the wind had been fierce and the rain heavy. Dementors drifted through the dark clouds. Not only did they bring a cold snap, they also stirred up the most painful memories buried deep within people's hearts, making it impossible to concentrate.
"Need help?" the person lying down asked. His greasy black hair was spread over the white pillow, utterly lacking in beauty.
When Harry rode Buckbeak, the "source of power" came from another living creature, one that would not be affected by Dementors.
What Harry needed to pay attention to was how to control Buckbeak properly, and of course, not forget to cast the Disillusionment Charm on it.
"Open your mouth," Snape said.
She obediently did so, and he placed a piece of candy in her mouth.
"What flavor?"
"Strawberry coconut... Did you give me Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?" she asked belatedly.
He smiled as if his prank had succeeded.
"What if I got some awful flavor?!" She punched him viciously.
He took over what came next. Kisses and the blazing fire in the hearth drove away the chill brought by the wind, and she began to feel warm again.
Buckbeak was an intelligent bird. The first time