I Won't Say 'never,' But I Have

But You're Dead," Said Harry. "oh Yes," Said Dumbledore Matter-of-factly. "then...i'm Dead Too?" "ah," Said Dumbledore, Smiling Still More Broadly. "that Is The Question, Isn't It? On The Whole, Dear Boy, I Think Not.” They Looked At Each Other, The Old Man Still Beaming. "not?" Repeated Harry. "not," Said Dumbledore. "but…" Harry Raised His Hand Instinctively Toward The Lightning Scar. It Did Not Seem To Be There. "but I Should Have Died—i Didn't Defend Myself! I Meant To Let Him Kill Me!" "and That," Said Dumbledore, "will, I Think, Have Made All The Difference.

It Is Impossible To Manufacture Or Imitate Love.

Well, I'm Sure You'll Find Someone Somewhere Who'll Have You.

In March Several Of The Mandrakes Threw A Loud And Raucous Party In Greenhouse Three. This Made Professor Sprout Very Happy. “the Moment They Start Trying To Move Into Each Other’s Pots, We’ll Know They’re Fully Mature,” She Told Harry.

Decent People Are So Easy To Manipulate, Potter.