You Know, I Sometimes Think We Sort

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.

Long Ago, When Harry Had Been Left Alone While The Dursley's Went Out To Enjoy Themselves, The Hours Of Solitude Had Been A Rare Treat: Pausing Only To Sneak Something Tasty From The Fridge, He Had Rushed Upstairs To Play On Dudley's Computer, Or Put On The Television And Flicked Through The Channels To His Heart's Content. It Gave Him An Odd Empty Feeling To Remember Those Times; It Was Like Remembering A Younger Brother Whom He Had Lost.

Harry Looked Down And Saw Deep Green Mountains And Lakes, Coppery In The Sunset.

Does It Hurt?" The Childish Question Had Escaped Harry's Lips Before He Could Stop It. "dying? Not At All," Said Sirius. "quicker And Easier Than Falling Asleep.

I Know How To Use A Fellytone Now.