I Imagine Them Very Clearly And Then

It Matters Not What Someone Is Born, But What They Grow To Be.

Someone Creeping Into His Yard In The Dead Of Night? More Likely There's A Very Shell-shocked Cat Wandering Somewhere, Covered In Potato Peelings.

Why Can’t I Drink The Potion Instead?” Asked Harry Desperately. “because I Am Much Older, Much Cleverer, And Much Less Valuable,” Said Dumbledore.

Your Devotion Is Nothing More Than Cowardice. You Would Not Be Here If You Had Anywhere Else To Go.

As Ginny And Hermione Moved Closer To The Rest Of The Family, Harry Had A Clear View Of The Bodies Lying Next To Fred: Remus And Tonks, Pale And Still And Peaceful-looking, Apparently Asleep Beneath The Dark, Enchanted Ceiling.