You Can Laugh! But People Used To

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach Us Something Please, Whether We Be Old And Bald, Or Young With Scabby Knees, Our Heads Could Do With Filling With Some Interesting Stuff, For Now They're Bare And Full Of Air, Dead Flies And Bits Of Fluff, So Teach Us Something Worth Knowing, Bring Us Back What We've Forgot, Just Do Your Best, We'll Do The Rest, And Learn Until Our Brains All Rot.

He Did Not Know Or Care Whether They Were Wizards Or Muggles, Friends Or Foes; All He Cared About Was That A Dark Stain Was Spreading Across Dobby's Front, And That He Had Stretched Out His Thin Arms To Harry With A Look Of Supplication. Harry Caught Him And Laid Him Sideways On The Cool Grass. "dobby, No, Don't Die, Don't Die -" The Elf's Eyes Found Him, And His Lips Trembled With The Effort To Form Words. "harry...potter..." And Then With A Little Shudder The Elf Became Quite Still, And His Eyes Were Nothing More Than Great Glassy Orbs, Sprinkled With Light From The Stars They Could Not See.

Cinderella? Snow White? What's That? An Illness?

You’re Not Supposed To Dislike Your Own Child. You Were Supposed To Like Them No Matter What, Even If They Were Not What You Wanted.

Did You Like Question Ten, Moony?" Asked Sirius As They Emerged Into The Entrance Hall. "loved It," Said Lupin Briskly. "give Five Signs That Identify The Werewolf. Excellent Question." "d'you Think You Managed To Get All The Signs?" Said James In Tones Of Mock Concern. "think I Did," Said Lupin Seriously, As They Joined The Crowd Thronging Around The Front Doors Eager To Get Out Into The Sunlit Grounds. "one: He's Sitting On My Chair. Two: He's Wearing My Clothes. Three: His Name's Remus Lupin.