The Hallows, The Hallows. A Desperate Man’s

I Just Wondered Where You —” Ron Broke Off, Shrugging. “nothing. I’m Going Back To Bed.” “just Thought You’d Come Nosing Around, Did You?” Harry Shouted. He Knew That Ron Had No Idea What He’d Walked In On, Knew He Hadn’t Done It On Purpose, But He Didn’t Care — At This Moment He Hated Everything About Ron, Right Down To The Several Inches Of Bare Ankle Showing Beneath His Pajama Trousers.

What Do We Want To Be Prefects For?” Said George, Looking Revolted At The Very Idea. “it’d Take All The Fun Out Of Life.

Dudley Thought For A Moment. It Looked Like Hard Work.

Ron And Hermione Were Still Smirking And Harry Felt His Temper Rise; He Wasn’t Even Sure Why He Was Feeling So Angry. “don’t Sit There Grinning Like You Know Better Than I Do, I Was There, Wasn’t I?” He Said Heatedly. “i Know What Went On, All Right? And I Didn’t Get Through Any Of That Because I Was Brilliant At Defense Against The Dark Arts, I Got Through It All Because — Because Help Came At The Right Time, Or Because I Guessed Right — But I Just Blundered Through It All, I Didn’t Have A Clue What I Was Doing — Stop Laughing!

To Harry Potter — The Boy Who Lived!