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'harry Potter' Gave Me Back Self Respect. Harry Gave Me A Job To Do That I Loved More Than Anything Else.

Never Try To Understand The Students. They Hate It. They Would Much Rather Be Tragically Misunderstood, Wallow In Self-pity, Stew In Their Own —” “that’s Enough, Phineas,” Said Dumbledore.

Of All The Subjects On This Planet, I Think My Parents Would Have Been Hard Put To Name One Less Useful Than Greek Mythology To Securing The Keys To An Executive Bathroom.

But Some Part Of Him Realized, Even As He Fought To Break Free From Lupin, That Sirius Had Never Kept Him Waiting Before. . . . Sirius Had Risked Everything, Always, To See Harry, To Help Him. . . . If Sirius Was Not Reappearing Out Of That Archway When Harry Was Yelling For Him As Though His Life Depended On It, The Only Possible Explanation Was That He Could Not Come Back. . . . That He Really Was . . .

Perfection Is Not Necessary To Make A Real And Lasting Difference To Other People's Lives.