"Brilliant," Ron said, staring at the tombstones. "I don't even get a decent epitaph?"
Harry was right. He already knew his own fears. He looked away from the tombstones, it wasn't doing him any good to see his own.
But he turned back when he heard Harry stir. The boggart had morphed again, and it was another one of his deepest fears. But he was certain that it had shifted while he was looking away.