Someone Creeping Into His Yard In The

Oh, Come Off It,” Said Ron, Striding Over To Her And Whipping Her Results Out Of Her Hand. “yep— Ten ‘outstandings’ And One ‘exceeds Expectations’ At Defense Against The Dark Arts.” He Looked Down At Her, Half-amused, Half-exasperated. “you’re Actually Disappointed, Aren’t You?

Have You Any Idea How Much Tyrants Fear The People They Oppress?

Don’t Put Your Wand There, Boy! ... Better Wizards Than You Have Lost Buttocks, You Know!

Time Will Not Slow Down When Something Unpleasant Lies Ahead.

Harry Felt Winded, As Though He Had Just Walked Into Something Heavy. He Had Last Seen Those Cool Gray Eyes Through Slits In A Death Eater’s Hood, And Last Heard That Man’s Voice Jeering In A Dark Graveyard While Lord Voldemort Tortured Him. He Could Not Believe That Lucius Malfoy Dared Look Him In The Face; He Could Not Believe That He Was Here, In The Ministry Of Magic, Or That Cornelius Fudge Was Talking To Him, When Harry Had Told Fudge Mere Weeks Ago That Malfoy Was A Death Eater.