Age Is Foolish And Forgetful When It

Enemies Of The Heir, Beware! You'll Be Next, Mudbloods!

Do Not Pity The Dead, Harry. Pity The Living, And, Above All Those Who Live Without Love.

As Far As Informing The Headmaster, Harry Had No Idea Where Dumbledore Went During The Summer Holidays. He Amused Himself For A Moment, Picturing Dumbledore, With His Long Silver Beard, Full-length Wizard's Robes, And Pointed Hat, Stretched Out On A Beach Somewhere, Rubbing Suntan Lotion Onto His Long Crooked Nose.

Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

Harry, Guess What?" Said Tonks From Her Perch On Top Of The Washing Machine, And She Wiggled Her Left Hand At Him; A Ring Glittered There.