I wish...I wish were dead...And what use would that be to anyone?
Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore, his wand aloft, his face white and furious. Harry felt a kind of electric charge surge through every particle of...
You know, I sometimes think that we Sort too soon....
Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.
Don't let the muggles get you down.
Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.
Dumbledore was on his feet again, pale as any of the surrounding Inferi, but taller than any too, the fire dancing in his eyes; his wand was raised like a torch and from its tip emanated the flames, l...
She needs to sort out her priorities
You will also find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.
Don't forget to give Neville our love!' Ginny told James as she hugged him.'Mum! I can't give a professor !''But you Neville-'James rolled his eyes.'Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbo...
And Death spoke to them —’Sorry, interjected Harry, but Death spoke to them?It’s a fairy tale, Harry!Right, sorry. Go on.