Here Lies Dobby, A Free Elf.

Play To Your Strengths." "i Haven’t Got Any," Said Harry, Before He Could Stop Himself. "excuse Me," Growled Moody, "you’ve Got Strengths If I Say You’ve Got Them. Think Now. What Are You Best At?

You See, I, Unlike You, Have Been Made A Prefect, Which Means That I, Unlike You, Have The Power To Hand Out Punishments.” “yeah,” Said Harry, “but You, Unlike Me, Are A Git.

The Prophet Is Bound To Report The Truth Occasionally," Said Dumbledore, "if Only Accidentally.

If She Could Have Died...if She Could Have Disappeared Forever...but The Solid Surface Of Things Refused To Dissolve Around Her, And Her Body, Her Hateful Hermaphrodite's Body, Continued In Its Stubborn, Lumpen Way, To Live.

Why Would I Go Looking For Someone I Know Wants To Kill Me?