Nasty Temper He's Got, That Sirius Black.

I Had A Dream About A Motorcycle," Said Harry, Remembering Suddenly. "it Was Flying." Uncle Vernon Nearly Crashed Into The Car In Front. He Turned Right Around In His Seat And Yelled At Harry, His Face Like A Gigantic Beet With A Mustache: "motorcycles Don't Fly!" Dudley And Piers Sniggered. "i Know They Don't," Said Harry. "it Was Only A Dream.

Ginny Weasley, Who Sat Next To Colin Creevey In Charms, Was Distraught, But Harry Felt That Fred And George Were Going The Wrong Way About Cheering Her Up. They Were Taking Turns Covering Themselves With Fur Or Boils And Jumping Out At Her From Behind Statues.

Why Can’t I Drink The Potion Instead?” Asked Harry Desperately. “because I Am Much Older, Much Cleverer, And Much Less Valuable,” Said Dumbledore.

It's The Same Story With A Few Crucial Additions; The Most Important One Is You.

... You Could Claim That Anything's Real If The Only Basis For Believing In It Is That Nobody's Proved It Doesn't Exist!