Don't Be Stupid, It's A Flying House!

Don't Call Me Nymphadora, Remus.

If I Wasn't A Writer, I Would Be Depressed.

Would It Hurt To Die? All Those Times He Had Thought It Was About To Happen And Escaped, He Had Never Really Thought Of The Thing Itself: His Will To Live Had Always Been So Much Stronger Than His Fear Of Death.

Such Loyalty Is Admirable, Of Course,” Said Scrimgeour, Who Seemed To Be Restraining His Irritation With Difficulty, “but Dumbledore Is Gone, Harry. He’s Gone.” “he Will Only Be Gone From The School When None Here Are Loyal To Him,” Said Harry, Smiling In Spite Of Himself.

Well, Wouldn't It Have Been Easier If She'd Just Asked Me Whether I Liked Her Better Than You?" "girls Don't Often Ask Questions Like That," Said Hermione. "well, They Should!" Said Harry Forcefully.