And Percy Was Shaking His Brother, And

Fame Is A Fickle Friend, Harry. Celebrity Is As Celebrity Does. Remember That.

Every Second He Breathed, The Smell Of The Grass, The Cool Air On His Face, Was So Precious: To Think That People Had Years And Years, Time To Waste, So Much Time It Dragged, And He Was Clinging To Each Second.

Yes, It Is Easy To See That Nearly Six Years Of Magical Education Have Not Been Wasted On You, Potter. Ghosts Are Transparent.

A Chilly Breeze That Seemed To Emanate From The Heart Of The Forest Lifted The Hair At Harry's Brow. He Knew That They Would Not Tell Him To Go, That It Would Have To Be His Decision. "you'll Stay With Me?" "until The Very End," Said James.

From This Point Forth, We Shall Be Leaving The Firm Foundation Of Fact And Journeying Together Through The Murky Marshes Of Memory Into Thickets Of Wildest Guesswork.