That Is The Second Time You Have

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.

What You Write Becomes Who You Are… So Make Sure You Love What You Write!

I'm Not Putting Them On,” Said Old Archie In Indignation. “i Like A Healthy Breeze 'round My Privates, Thanks.

Harry, I've Left A Letter Telling Your Aunt And Uncle Not To Worry--" "they Won't," Said Harry. "that You're Safe--" "that'll Just Depress Them." "--and You'll See Them Next Summer." "do I Have To?

Overload 'em With Information An' They'll Kill Yeh Jus' To Simplify Things.