A Gigantic Tortoise With A Jewel-encrusted Shell

The Scar Had Not Pained Harry For Nineteen Years. All Was Well.

It Was Only When He Was Back In Bed That It Struck Harry That Dumbledore Might Not Have Been Quite Truthful. But Then, It Had Been A Quite Personal Question.

Everyone Wanted My Emotions To Be Very Simple. They Wanted Me To Say, "i Was Poor And I Was Unhappy, And Now I've Got Money And I'm Really Happy."

Why Do They Have To Move In Packs?" Harry Asked Ron As A Dozen Or So Girls Walked Past Them, Sniggering And Staring At Harry. "how're You Supposed To Get One On Their Own To Ask Them?" "lasso One?" Ron Suggested.

The Sooner This Wedding's Over The Happier I'll Be." [ron] "yeah" Said Harry, "then We'll Have Nothing To Do Except Find Horcruxes....it'll Be Like A Holiday, Won't It?