Be Good Now, Potty...weasel King.

Okay, Men,” He Said. “and Women,” Said Chaser Angelina Johnson. “and Women,” Wood Agreed. “this Is It.” “the Big One,” Said Fred Weasley. “the One We’ve All Been Waiting For,” Said George. “we Know Oliver’s Speech By Heart,” Fred Told Harry, “we Were On The Team Last Year.” “shut Up, You Two,” Said Wood. “this Is The Best Team Gryffindor’s Had In Years. We’re Going To Win. I Know It.” He Glared At Them All As If To Say, “or Else.” “right. It’s Time. Good Luck, All Of You.

I Was Ripped From My Body, I Was Less Than Spirit, Less Than The Meanest Ghost . . . But Still, I Was Alive.

You Could Say Sorry," Suggested Harry Bluntly. "what, And Get Attacked By Another Flock Of Canaries?" Muttered Ron. "what Did You Have To Imitate Her For?" "she Laughed At My Mustache!" "so Did I, It Was The Stupidest Thing I've Ever Seen.

I've Been Writing My Entire Life, And I'll Always Write. But At Times I Have Told Myself That I Don't Necessarily Have To Publish Anything Else.

Things Denied, Things Untold, Things Hidden And Disguised.