It Was His Own Grief Turned Magically

Ah, Music. A Magic Beyond All We Do Here!

Room Of Requirement, Of Course! Surpassed Itself, Hasn't It? The Carrows Were Chasing Me, And I Knew I Had Just One Chance For A Hideout: I Managed To Get Through The Door And This Is What I Found! Well, It Wasn't Exactly Like This When I Arrived, It Was A Load Smaller, There Was Only One Hammock And Just Gryffindor Hangings. But It's Expanded As More And More Of The D.a. Have Arrived.

Harry, Despite Your Privileged Insight Into Voldemort’s World (which, Incidentally, Is A Gift Any Death Eater Would Kill To Have), You Have Never Been Seduced By The Dark Arts, Never, Even For A Second, Shown The Slightest Desire To Become One Of Voldemort’s Followers!” “of Course I Haven’t!” Said Harry Indignantly. “he Killed My Mum And Dad!” “you Are Protected, In Short, By Your Ability To Love!” Said Dumbledore Loudly.

The Mind Is A Complex And Many-layered Thing, Potter... Or At Least, Most Minds Are.

Hermione: You! You Foul, Loathsome, Evil Little Cocroach! Ron: Hermione, No! He's No Worth It.