It wasn’t a normal laugh. It sounded feral, maniacal, like a madman instead of a human. Perhaps Harry wasn’t human anymore. No human could endure this much loss. But he laughed anyway, his hand coming up to grab under his mouth. Dumbledore looked on, a pitying look on his face. Why did he pity Harry? Was it because of what he’d suffered? Or was it simply because Harry was not dead yet?