To Harry Potter — The Boy Who

You Think The Dead We Loved Truly Ever Leave Us? You Think That We Don't Recall Them More Clearly In Times Of Great Trouble?

The Thing About Growing Up With Fred And George," Said Ginny Thoughtfully, "is That You Sort Of Start Thinking Anything's Possible If You've Got Enough Nerve.

I Love You, Hermione,” Said Ron, Sinking Back, Rubbing His Eyes Wearily. Hermione Turned Faintly Pink, But Merely Said, “don’t Let Lavender Hear You Saying That.” “i Won’t,” Said Ron Into His Hands. “or Maybe I Will . . . Then She’ll Ditch Me . . .

The Sky Outside The Window Was Changing Rapidly From Deep, Velvety Blue To Cold, Steely Gray And Then, Slowly, To Pink Shot With Gold.

You Will Also Find That Help Will Always Be Given At Hogwarts To Those Who Ask For It.