I'm Not A Billionaire, What A Tragedy.

Apparently Wizards Poke Their Noses In Everywhere!

He Was About To Go Home, About To Return To The Place Where He Had Had A Family. It Was In Godric’s Hollow That, But For Voldemort, He Would Have Grown Up And Spent Every School Holiday. He Could Have Invited Friends To His House. . . . He Might Even Have Had Brothers And Sisters. . . . It Would Have Been His Mother Who Had Made His Seventeenth Birthday Cake. The Life He Had Lost Had Hardly Ever Seemed So Real To Him As At This Moment, When He Knew He Was About To See The Place Where It Had Been Taken From Him.

When Filch Wasn't Guarding The Scene Of The Crime, He Was Skulking Red-eyed Through The Corridors, Lunging Out At Unsuspecting Students And Trying To Put Them In Detention For Things Like "breathing Loudly" And "looking Happy.

First Think Of The Person Who Lives In Disguise, Who Deals In Secrets And Tells Naught But Lies. Next, Tell Me What's Always The Last Thing To Mend, The Middle Of Middle And The End Of End? And Finally Give Me The Sound Often Heard During The Search For A Hard-to-find Word. Now String Them Together, And Answer Me This, Which Creature Would You Be Unwilling To Kiss?

You'd Think I Walk Around With My Eyes Shut, Banging Off The Walls.