I've Laid My Friends Bare.

This Group Had A Kind Of Dark Glamour Within The Castle. They Were A Motley Collection; A Mixture Of The Weak Seeking Protection, The Ambitious Seeking Some Shared Glory, And The Thuggish Gravitating Toward A Leader Who Could Show Them More Refined Forms Of Cruelty.

Do Not Pity The Dead, Harry.

The Hallows, The Hallows. A Desperate Man’s Dream!

They Heard The Click Of The Mail Slot And Flop Of Letters On The Doormat. "get The Mail, Dudley," Said Uncle Vernon From Behind His Paper. "make Harry Get It." "get The Mail, Harry." "make Dudley Get It." "poke Him With Your Smelting Stick, Dudley.

Right, You've Got A Crooked Sort Of Cross..." He Consulted Unfogging The Future. "that Means You're Going To Have 'trials And Suffering' — Sorry About That — But There's A Thing That Could Be The Sun... Hang On... That Means 'great Happiness'... So You're Going To Suffer But Be Very Happy..." "you Need Your Inner Eye Tested, If You Ask Me," Said Ron, And They Both Had To Stifle Their Laughs As Professor Trelawney Gazed In Their Direction.