Love Wins. It Does Win. We Know

In Fact, You Couldn't Give Me Anything To Make Me Go Back To Being A Teenager. Never. No, I Hated It.

What's That?" He Snarled, Staring At The Envelope Harry Was Still Clutching In His Hand. "if It's Another Form For Me To Sign, You've Got Another -" "it's Not," Said Harry Cheerfully. "it's A Letter From My Godfather." "godfather?" Sputtered Uncle Vernon. "you Haven't Got A Godfather!" "yes, I Have," Said Harry Brightly. "he Was My Mum And Dad's Best Friend. He's A Convicted Murderer, But He's Broken Out Of Wizard Prison And He's On The Run. He Likes To Keep In Touch With Me, Though...keep Up With My News...check If I'm Happy.

I Was Hoping That Neville Would Assist Me With The First Stage Of The Operation,” He Said, “and I Am Sure He Will Perform It Admirably.

Well, I Can Certainly See Why We're Trying To Keep Them Alive. Who Wouldn't Want Pets That Can Burn, Sting, And Bite All At Once?

Harry Is The Best Hope We Have. Trust Him.