I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up

He Chose The Boy He Thought Most Likely To Be A Danger To Him," Said Dumbledore. And Notice This, Harry. He Chose, Not The Pureblood (which, According To His Creed, Is The Only Kind Of Wizard Worth Being Or Knowing), But The Half-blood, Like Himself. He Saw Himself In You Before He Had Ever Seen You, And In Marking You With That Scar, He Did Not Kill You, As He Intended, But Gave You Powers, And A Future, Which Have Fitted You To Escape Him Not Once, But Four Times So Far — Something That Neither Your Parents, Nor Neville’s Parents, Ever Achieved.

Hello, Minister!" Bellowed Percy, Sending A Neat Jinx Straight At Thicknesse, Who Dropped His Wand And Clawed At The Front Of His Robes, Apparently In Awful Discomfort. "did I Mention I'm Resigning?

I Always Have A Basic Plot Outline, But I Like To Leave Some Things To Be Decided While I Write.

At Fourteen, You Really Do Start Realising That The World Is Not A Safe And Protected Place Or Not Always.

Harry, I've Left A Letter Telling Your Aunt And Uncle Not To Worry--" "they Won't," Said Harry. "that You're Safe--" "that'll Just Depress Them." "--and You'll See Them Next Summer." "do I Have To?