Don't Be Stupid, It's A Flying House!

Dumbledore Paused, And Although His Voice Remained Light And Calm, And He Gave No Obvious Sign Of Anger, Harry Felt A Kind Of Chill Emanating From Him And Noticed That The Dursleys Drew Very Slightly Closer Together. “you Did Not Do As I Asked. You Have Never Treated Harry As A Son. He Has Known Nothing But Neglect And Often Cruelty At Your Hands. The Best That Can Be Said Is That He Has At Least Escaped The Appalling Damage You Have Inflicted Upon The Unfortunate Boy Sitting Between You.

Have To? Of Course You Have To! But Only Because Of You, Harry, Won't Rest Until Voldemort Is Finished! Think Now, For Once, If You Have Never Heard Of The Prophecy! What Would You Do?

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

... You Could Claim That Anything's Real If The Only Basis For Believing In It Is That Nobody's Proved It Doesn't Exist!

Ah Well... Wand Still In Your Jeans? Both Buttocks Still On? Okay, Let’s Go.