I Want To Commit The Murder I

Aunt Petunia Burst Into Tears. Hestia Jones Gave Her An Approving Look That Changed To Outrage As Aunt Petunia Ran Forward And Embraced Dudley Rather Than Harry. 's-so Sweet, Dudders...' She Sobbed Into His Massive Chest. 's-such A Lovely B-boy...s-saying Thank You...' 'but He Hadn't Said Thank You At All!' Said Hestia Indignantly. 'he Only Said He Didn't Think Harry Was A Waste Of Space!' 'yeah, But Coming From Dudley That's Like "i Love You.

I'm A Writer, And I Will Write What I Want To Write.

And I Must Draft An Advertisement For The Daily Prophet, Too,' He Added Thoughtfully. 'we'll Be Needing A New Defense Against The Dark Arts Teacher.... Dear Me, We Do Seem To Run Through Them, Don't We?

I Know [umbridge] By Reputation And I'm Sure She's No Death Eater-" "she's Foul Enough To Be One..." "yes, But The World Isn't Split Into Good People And Death Eaters.

He Must Have Known I'd Want To Leave You." "no, He Must Have Known You Would Always Want To Come Back.