Time Is Galleons, Little Brother.

To Harry Potter — The Boy Who Lived!

And Percy Was Shaking His Brother, And Ron Was Kneeling Beside Them, And Fred's Eyes Stared Without Seeing, The Ghost Of His Last Laugh Still Etched Upon His Face.

Er — Have The Bludgers Ever Killed Anyone?” Harry Asked, Hoping He Sounded Offhand. “never At Hogwarts. We’ve Had A Couple Of Broken Jaws But Nothing Worse Than That. You Don’t Have To Worry About The Quaffle Or The Bludgers —” “— Unless They Crack My Head Open.” “don’t Worry, The Weasleys Are More Than A Match For The Bludgers — I Mean, They’re Like A Pair Of Human Bludgers Themselves.

Hermione: You! You Foul, Loathsome, Evil Little Cocroach! Ron: Hermione, No! He's No Worth It.

We’re All Going To Keep Fighting, Harry. You Know That?