Utiliza El Nombre Correcto Para Las Cosas.

Long Ago, When Harry Had Been Left Alone While The Dursley's Went Out To Enjoy Themselves, The Hours Of Solitude Had Been A Rare Treat: Pausing Only To Sneak Something Tasty From The Fridge, He Had Rushed Upstairs To Play On Dudley's Computer, Or Put On The Television And Flicked Through The Channels To His Heart's Content. It Gave Him An Odd Empty Feeling To Remember Those Times; It Was Like Remembering A Younger Brother Whom He Had Lost.

It Was So Good To Be Held. If Only Their Relationship Could Be Distilled Into Simple, Wordless Gestures Of Comfort. Why Had Humans Ever Learned To Talk?

I've Never Wanted To Be A Witch, But An Alchemist, Now That's A Different Matter. To Invent This Wizard World, I've Learned A Ridiculous Amount About Alchemy. Perhaps Much Of It I'll Never Use In The Books, But I Have To Know In Detail What Magic Can And Cannot Do In Order To Set The Parameters And Establish The Stories' Internal Logic.

Curiosity Is Not A Sin.... But We Should Exercise Caution With Our Curiosity... Yes, Indeed.

Only One Pair Was Still Battling, Apparently Unaware Of The New Arrival. Harry Saw Sirius Duck Bellatrix's Jet Of Red Light: He Was Laughing At Her. 'come On, You Can Do Better Than That!' He Yelled, His Voice Echoing Around The Cavernous Room. The Second Jet Of Light Hit Him Squarely In The Chest. The Laughter Had Not Quite Died From His Face, But His Eyes Widened In Shock.