The Dementors Send Their Love, Potter!

Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon.

Taunting Death ... Means Pitting Oneself Against A Wily Enemy Who Cannot Lose.

He Did Not Know Or Care Whether They Were Wizards Or Muggles, Friends Or Foes; All He Cared About Was That A Dark Stain Was Spreading Across Dobby's Front, And That He Had Stretched Out His Thin Arms To Harry With A Look Of Supplication. Harry Caught Him And Laid Him Sideways On The Cool Grass. "dobby, No, Don't Die, Don't Die -" The Elf's Eyes Found Him, And His Lips Trembled With The Effort To Form Words. "harry...potter..." And Then With A Little Shudder The Elf Became Quite Still, And His Eyes Were Nothing More Than Great Glassy Orbs, Sprinkled With Light From The Stars They Could Not See.

You Could Tie My Hands To My Sides, I Suppose, But I Have To Write. For My Own Mental Health, I Need To Write.

Hand Over The Prophecy And No One Need Get Hurt," Said Malfoy Coolly. It Was Harry's Turn To Laugh. "yeah, Right!" He Said. "i Will Give You This - Prophecy, Is It? And You'll Just Let Us Skip Off Home, Will You?