Dumbledore had just told Harry that the Flamels would die after their Philosopher's Stone was destroyed in the Boy Who Lived's bout with He Who Must Not Be Named. Harry was shocked. Had he inadvertently caused the death of two people? "Are they really going to die?"
The old wizard smiled. "Harry, to them, death must surely seem like going for a nap after a very, very long day," he said, grandfather vibes in full effect, kindness aplenty in his voice and understanding in his posture. Then Dumbledore smiled widely and let out a few chuckles. "Actually, I'm just pulling your leg, m'boy. Nicholas made the stone once. I'm certain he could make another one."
Harry blinked. "... That makes sense, I guess..." he sad, wishing he could shrug, but he was just too tired.