Authority Figures Always Attract Trouble

And Harry, With The Unerring Skill Of The Seeker, Caught The Wand In His Free Hand As Voldemort Fell Backward, Arms Splayed, The Slit Pupils Of The Scarlet Eyes Rolling Upward. Tom Riddle Hit The Floor With A Mundane Finality, His Body Feeble And Shrunken, The White Hands Empty, The Snakelike Face Vacant And Unknowing. Voldemort Was Dead, Killed By His Own Rebounding Curse, And Harry Stood With Two Wands In His Hands, Staring Down At His Enemy's Shell.

I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good.

When I Was Quite Young My Parents Never Said Books Were Off Limits.

Some Of The Furor That Surrounded A Harry Potter Publication Was Fun.

He Put His Foot On One Pedal, Scooted A Few Yards And Swung His Other Leg Over The Saddle. He Soared Left Into The Vertiginously Sloping Hillside Road And Sped, Without Touching His Brakes ... The Hedgerows And Sky Blurred; He Imagined Himself In A Velodrome As The Wind Whipped His Hair Clean...