Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon.

You Will Find That I Will Only Truly Have Left This School When None Here Are Loyal To Me.

Every Now And Then I Read A Poem That Does Touch Something In Me, But I Never Turn To Poetry For Solace Or Pleasure In The Way That I Throw Myself Into Prose.

Here Lies Dobby, A Free Elf.

Krystal Flung Herself Violently Off The Chair, Away From Her Mother. She Was Surprised To Feel Warm Liquid Flowing Down Her Cheeks, And Thought Confusedly Of Blood, But It Was Tears, Only Tears, Clear And Shining On Her Fingertips When She Wiped Them Away.

Promise Me You’ll Look After Yourself … Stay Out Of Trouble …’ ‘i Always Do, Mrs Weasley,’ Said Harry. ‘i Like A Quiet Life, You Know Me.