I Don't Need A Cloak To Become

First Sign Of Madness, Talking To Your Own Head.

Choice Was Dangerous: You Had To Forgo All Other Possibilities When You Chose.

Do I Look Stupid?" Snarled Uncle Vernon, A Bit Of Fried Egg Dangling From His Bushy Mustache.

Time Is Making Fools Of Us Again.

And Now A Chill Settled Over Them Where They Stood, And Harry Heard The Rasping Breath Of The Dementors That Patrolled The Outer Trees. They Would Not Affect Him Now. The Fact Of His Own Survival Burned Inside Him, A Talisman Against Them, As Though His Father's Stag Kept Guardian In His Heart.