We've All Got Both Light And Dark

Whenever He Was In Company He Wanted To Get Away, And Whenever He Was Alone He Wanted Company.

... You Could Claim That Anything's Real If The Only Basis For Believing In It Is That Nobody's Proved It Doesn't Exist!

Harry Moved The Tip Of His Eagle-feather Quill Down The Page, Frowning As He Looked For Something That Would Help Him Write His Essay, “witch Burning In The Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless — Discuss.

Are — You — Insane?” Said Hermione In A Hushed Voice. 'i Don't Think So,' Said Harry, Shrugging.

On Harry Dug, Deeper And Deeper Into The Hard, Cold Earth, Subsuming His Grief In Sweat, Denying The Pain In His Scar.