I Am Not A Particularly Thick-skinned Person.

The Ones That Love Us Never Really Leave Us.

Everybody Finished The Song At Different Times. Dumbledore Conducted Their Last Few Lines With His Wand And When They Had Finished, He Was One Of Those Who Clapped Loudest. 'ah Music,' He Said, Wiping His Eyes. 'a Magic Beyond All We Do Here!

You Thought I Would Not Weesh To Marry Him? Or Per'aps You Hoped?" Said Fleur, Her Nostrils Flaring. "what Do I Care How He Looks? I Am Good-looking Enough For Both Of Us, I Theenk! All These Scars Show Is Zat My Husband Is Brave! And I Shall Do Zat!" She Added Fiercely, Pushing Mrs. Weasley Aside And Snatching The Ointment From Her.

And Now A Chill Settled Over Them Where They Stood, And Harry Heard The Rasping Breath Of The Dementors That Patrolled The Outer Trees. They Would Not Affect Him Now. The Fact Of His Own Survival Burned Inside Him, A Talisman Against Them, As Though His Father's Stag Kept Guardian In His Heart.

Professor,” Harry Gasped. “your Bird — I Couldn’t Do Anything — He Just Caught Fire —