I Make Mistakes Like The Next Man.

Bless My Soul,” Whispered The Old Bartender, “harry Potter . . . What An Honor.

Why Do They Have To Move In Packs?" Harry Asked Ron As A Dozen Or So Girls Walked Past Them, Sniggering And Staring At Harry. "how're You Supposed To Get One On Their Own To Ask Them?" "lasso One?" Ron Suggested.

Neville Will Play Quidditch For England Before Hagrid Lets Dumbledore Down.

Depression Isn't Just Being A Bit Sad. It's Feeling Nothing. It's Not Wanting To Be Alive Anymore.

I Want To Fall In Love With Something In The Way I Fell In Love With The Idea Of Harry Before I Write Anything Else.