The Stories We Love Best Do Live

Hermione Drew Herself To Her Full Height; Her Eyes Were Narrowed And Her Hair Seemed To Crackle With Electricity. "no," She Said, Her Voice Quivering With Anger, "but I Will Write To Your Mother.

I Don't Go Looking For Trouble. Trouble Usually Finds Me.

Parvati Positively Beamed. Harry Could Tell That She Was Feeling Guilty For Having Laughed At Hermione In Transfiguration. He Looked Around And Saw That Hermione Was Beaming Back, If Possible Even More Brightly. Girls Were Very Strange Sometimes.

Bless My Soul,” Whispered The Old Bartender, “harry Potter . . . What An Honor.

Yes, Severus Does Seem The Type, Doesn't He? So Useful To Have Him Swooping Around Like An Overgrown Bat.