Nothing Like A Nighttime Stroll To Give

That Old Berk," Muttered Aberforth, Taking Another Swig Of Mead. "thought The Sun Shone Out Of My Brother's Every Orifice, He Did.

You Can Exist Without Your Soul, You Know, As Long As Your Brain And Heart Are Still Working. But You’ll Have No Sense Of Self Anymore, No Memory, No . . . Anything. There’s No Chance At All Of Recovery. You’ll Just — Exist. As An Empty Shell. And Your Soul Is Gone Forever . . . Lost.

My Parents Are Muggles, Mate. They Don't Know Nothing About No Deaths At Hogwarts, Because I'm Not Stupid Enough To Tell Them.

Poverty Entails Fear And Stress And Sometimes Depression. It Means A Thousand Petty Humiliations And Hardships.

Kill Me Then,' Panted Harry, Who Felt No Fear At All, But Only Rage And Contempt. 'kill Me Like You Killed Him, You Coward-' Don't-' Screamed Snape, And His Face Was Suddenly Demented, Inhuman, As Though He Was In As Much Pain As The Yelping, Howling Dog Stuck In The House Behind Them- 'call Me A Coward!