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I Don't Care!" Harry Yelled At Them, Snatching Up A Lunascope And Throwing It Into The Fireplace. "i've Had Enough, I've Seen Enough, I Want Out, I Want It To End, I Don't Care Anymore!" "you Do Care," Said Dumbledore. He Had Not Flinched Or Made A Single Move To Stop Harry Demolishing His Office. His Expression Was Calm, Almost Detached. "you Care So Much You Feel As Though You Will Bleed To Death With The Pain Of It.

Words Are, In My Not-so-humble Opinion, Our Most Inexhaustible Source Of Magic. Capable Of Both Inflicting Injury, And Remedying It.

If Harry Potter Taught Us Anything, It's That No One Should Have To Live In The Closet

Professor Snape Was Forcing Them To Research Antidotes. They Took This One Seriously, As He Had Hinted That He Might Be Poisoning One Of Them Before Christmas To See If Their Antidote Worked.

Crackers!” Said Dumbledore Enthusiastically, Offering The End Of A Large Silver Noisemaker To Snape, Who Took It Reluctantly.