You Foul, Lying, Evil Little Cockroach!

He [uncle Vernon] Held Up The Envelope In Which Mrs. Weasley’s Letter Had Come, And Harry Had To Fight Down A Laugh. Every Bit Of It Was Covered In Stamps Except For A Square Inch On The Front, Into Which Mrs. Weasley Had Squeezed The Dursleys’ Address In Minute Writing. “she Did Put Enough Stamps On, Then,” Said Harry, Trying To Sound As Though Mrs. Weasley’s Was A Mistake Anyone Could Make.

Some Wounds Run Too Deep For The Healing.

But If It Matters To You, You'll Be Able To Choose Gryffindor Over Slytherin. The Sorting Hat Takes Your Choice Into Account." "really?" "it Did For Me," Said Harry. He Had Never Told Any Of His Children That Before, And He Saw The Wonder In Albus's Face When He Said It.

Brains Like That, You Could Be A Death Eater, Son.

I Knew I Could Do It All This Time,” Said Harry, “because I'd Already Done It... Does That Make Sense?