Harry Had The Impression That Even The

All's Fair In Love And War," Said Ron Brightly, "and This Is A Bit Of Both.

And All Along The Corridor The Statues And Suits Of Armor Jumped Down From Their Plinths, And From The Echoing Crashes From The Floors Above And Below, Harry Knew That Their Fellows Throughout The Castle Had Done The Same.

On Harry Dug, Deeper And Deeper Into The Hard, Cold Earth, Subsuming His Grief In Sweat, Denying The Pain In His Scar.

You Don't Have Sex Near Unicorns. It's An Ironclad Rule. It's Tacky.

Montague's Just Been Found In A Toilet, Sir.