Hide Them All, Then. Keep Her –

What Are We Doing Here? Has Something Gone Wrong?” “oh No, Ron,” Came Fred’s Voice, Very Sarcastically. “no, This Is Exactly Where We Wanted To End Up.

Go On, Have A Pasty," Said Harry, Who Had Never Had Anything To Share Before Or, Indeed, Anyone To Share It With. It Was A Nice Feeling, Sitting There With Ron, Eating Their Way Through All Harry's Pasties, Cakes, And Candies (the Sandwiches Lay Forgotten).

You Are Protected, In Short, By Your Ability To Love!

Why Had He Never Appreciated The Miracle That He Was, Brain And Nerve And Bounding Heart?

Bad News, Harry. I've Just Been To See Professor Mcgonagall About The Firebolt. She – Er, Got A Bit Shirty With Me. Told Me I'd Got My Priorities Wrong. Seemed To Think I Cared More About Winning The Cup Than I Do About Staying Alive. Just Because I Told Her I Didn't Care If It Threw You Off, As Long As You Caught The Snitch First.