Killing Rips The Soul Apart.

I'll Be Writing Until I Can't Write Anymore. It's A Compulsion With Me. I Love Writing.

Lockhart'll Sign Anything If It Stands Still Long Enough.

You Might Belong In Hufflepuff, Where They Are Just And Loyal, Those Patient Hufflepuffs Are True, And Unafraid Of Toil.

He Accused Me Of Being Dumbledore's Man Through And Through." "how Very Rude Of Him." "i Told Him I Was." Dumbledore Opened His Mouth To Speak And Then Closed It Again. Fawkes The Phoenix Let Out A Low, Soft, Musical Cry. To Harry's Intense Embarrassment, He Suddenly Realized That Dumbledore's Bright Blue Eyes Looked Rather Watery, And Stared Hastily At His Own Knee. When Dumbledore Spoke, However, His Voice Was Quite Steady. "i Am Very Touched, Harry.

Autumn Seemed To Arrive Suddenly That Year. The Morning Of The First September Was Crisp And Golden As An Apple.