I'll Fix It Up With Mum And

The Hook-nosed Teacher Looked Past Quirrell’s Turban Straight Into Harry’s Eyes — And A Sharp, Hot Pain Shot Across The Scar On Harry’s Forehead.

Fred And George Turned To Each Other And Said Together, “wow — We’re Identical!

Yes, Alive,” Said Fudge. “that Is — I Don’t Know — Is A Man Alive If He Can’t Be Killed? I Don’t Really Understand It, And Dumbledore Won’t Explain Properly — But Anyway, He’s Certainly Got A Body And Is Walking And Talking And Killing, So I Suppose, For The Purposes Of Our Discussion, Yes, He’s Alive.

Prongs Rode Again Last Night... You Know, Harry, In A Way, You Did See Your Father Last Night... You Found Him Inside Yourself.

What's That?" He Snarled, Staring At The Envelope Harry Was Still Clutching In His Hand. "if It's Another Form For Me To Sign, You've Got Another -" "it's Not," Said Harry Cheerfully. "it's A Letter From My Godfather." "godfather?" Sputtered Uncle Vernon. "you Haven't Got A Godfather!" "yes, I Have," Said Harry Brightly. "he Was My Mum And Dad's Best Friend. He's A Convicted Murderer, But He's Broken Out Of Wizard Prison And He's On The Run. He Likes To Keep In Touch With Me, Though...keep Up With My News...check If I'm Happy.