Whoops - My Wand Is A Little

He Felt His Heart Pounding Fiercely In His Chest. How Strange That In His Dread Of Death, It Pumped All The Harder, Valiantly Keeping Him Alive. But It Would Have To Stop, And Soon. Its Beats Were Numbered. How Many Would There Be Time For, As He Rose And Walked Through The Castle For The Last Time, Out Into The Grounds And Into The Forest?

'it Was Stupid, Thinking It Was Him, I Mean, I Knew He Was Dead' Harry Muttered. 'you Think The Dead We Loved Ever Truly Leave Us? You Think That We Don't Recall Them More Clearly Than Ever In Times Of Great Trouble? Your Father Is Alive In You, Harry, And Shows Himself Most Plainly When You Have Need Of Him....you Know, Harry, In A Way You Did See Your Father Last Night....you Found Him Inside Yourself.'

It Is My Baby And If I Want To Bring It Out To Play Again, I Will.

Harry Ran Upstairs To Their Dark Dormitory. He Pulled Out The Cloak And Then His Eyes Fell On The Flute Hagrid Had Given Him For Christmas. He Pocketed It To Use On Fluffy — He Didn’t Feel Much Like Singing.

There's Always Room For A Story That Can Transport People To Another Place.