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Let Us Step Into The Night And Pursue That Flighty Temptress, Adventure.

Hagrid. You Live In A Wooden House!

They Had Reached Lockhart's Classroom...'you Could've Fried An Egg On Your Face" Said Ron. 'you'd Better Hope Creevey Doesn't Meet Ginny, Or They'll Be Starting A Harry Potter Fan Club.' 'shut Up,' Snapped Harry. The Last Thing He Needed Was For Lockhart To Hear The Phrase 'harry Potter Fan Club.

Seven Years After Becoming A Lone Parent, I Feel Qualified To Look Anyone In The Eye And Say That People Bringing Up Children Single-handedly Deserve, Not Condemnation, But Congratulation.

I Love You, Hermione,” Said Ron, Sinking Back, Rubbing His Eyes Wearily. Hermione Turned Faintly Pink, But Merely Said, “don’t Let Lavender Hear You Saying That.” “i Won’t,” Said Ron Into His Hands. “or Maybe I Will . . . Then She’ll Ditch Me . . .