One Can Never Have Enough Socks," Said

His Hand Closed Automatically Around The Fake Horcrux But In Spite Of Everything, In Spite Of The Dark And Twisting Path He Saw Stretching Ahead For Himself, In Spite Of The Final Meeting With Voldemort He Knew Must Come Whether In A Month In A Year Or In Ten, He Felt His Heart Lift At The Thought That There Was Still One Last Golden Day Of Peace Left To Enjoy With Ron And Hermione.

A Lemon Drop. They're A Kind Of Muggle Sweet I'm Rather Fond Of.

Yes, Harry, Blessed As I Am With Extraordinary Brainpower, I Understood Everything You Told Me. I Think You Might Even Consider The Possibility That I Understood More Than You Did.

Of All The Trees We Could've Hit, We Had To Get One That Hits Back.

Taunting Death ... Means Pitting Oneself Against A Wily Enemy Who Cannot Lose.