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Dumbledore Had Not Raised His Voice, He Did Not Even Sound Angry, But Harry Would Have Preferred Him To Yell; This Cold Disappointment Was Worse Than Anything.

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Dumbledore Had Not Raised His Voice, He Did Not Even Sound Angry, But Harry Would Have Preferred Him To Yell; This Cold Disappointment Was Worse Than Anything.

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You Must Accept The Reality Of Other People. You Think That Reality Is Up For Negotiation, That We Think It's Whatever You Say It Is. You Must Accept That We Are As Real As You Are; You Must Accept That You Are Not God.

Differences Of Habit And Language Are Nothing At All If Our Aims Are Identical And Our Hearts Are Open.

He Might Have Been Encased In A Thick Glass Bubble, So Separate Did He Feel From His Three Dining Companions. It Was A Sensation With Which He Was Only Too Familiar, That Of Walking In A Giant Sphere Of Worry, Enclosed By It, Watching His Own Terrors Roll By, Obscuring The Outside World.

From Now On, I Don't Care If My Tea Leaves Spell 'die, Ron, Die,' I'm Chucking Them In The Bin Where They Belong.

Order Of The Phoenix

You Have To Be Free To Fail In This World.

I Am Prouder Of My Years As A Single Mother Than Of Any Other Part Of My Life.

Imagination Is Not Only The Uniquely Human Capacity To Envision That Which Is Not, And Therefore The Fount Of All Invention And Innovation. In Its Arguably Most Transformative And Revelatory Capacity, It Is The Power To That Enables Us To Empathize With Humans Whose Experiences We Have Never Shared.

... There Are Far, Far Worse Things In The Living World Than Dying.

No, There Is Literally Nothing On The Business Side That I Wouldn't Sacrifice In A Heartbeat To Have An Extra Couple Of Hours' Writing. Nothing.

It's The Same Story With A Few Crucial Additions; The Most Important One Is You.

Harry: This Book Belongs To Harry Potter. Ron: Shared By Ron Weasley, Because His Fell Apart. Hermione: Why Don't You Buy A New One Then? Ron: Write On Your Own Book, Hermione. Hermione: You Bought All Those Dungbombs On Saturday. You Could Have Bought A New Book Instead. Ron: Dungbombs Rule.

However,' Said Dumbledore, Speaking Very Slowly And Clearly So That None Of Them Could Miss A Word, 'you Will Find That I Will Only Truly Have Left This School When None Here Are Loyal To Me. You Will Also Find That Help Will Be Given At Hogwarts To Those Who Ask For It.

Do You Remember Me Telling You We Are Practicing Non-verbal Spells, Potter?" "yes," Said Harry Stiffly. "yes, Sir." "there's No Need To Call Me "sir" Professor." The Words Had Escaped Him Before He Knew What He Was Saying.

Curious Indeed How These Things Happen. The Wand Chooses The Wizard, Remember...i Think We Must Expect Great Things From You, Mr. Potter... After All, He-who-must-not-be-named Did Great Things — Terrible, Yes, But Great.

When The Dark Lord Takes Over, Is He Going To Care How Many O.w.l.s Or N.e.w.t.s Anyone’s Got? Of Course He Isn’t. . . . It’ll Be All About The Kind Of Service He Received, The Level Of Devotion He Was Shown.

Mr. Moony Presents His Compliments To Professor Snape, And Begs Him To Keep His Abnormally Large Nose Out Of Other People's Business. Mr. Prongs Agrees With Mr. Moony, And Would Like To Add That Professor Snape Is An Ugly Git. Mr. Padfoot Would Like To Register His Astonishment That An Idiot Like That Ever Became A Professor. Mr. Wormtail Bids Professor Snape Good Day, And Advises Him To Wash His Hair, The Slimeball.

Once Again I Must Ask Too Much Of You, Harry.

Yes, Severus Does Seem The Type, Doesn't He? So Useful To Have Him Swooping Around Like An Overgrown Bat.

Listeners, That Brings Us To The End Of Another Potterwatch. We Don’t Know When It Will Be Possible To Broadcast Again, But You Can Be Sure We Shall Be Back. Keep Twiddling Those Dials: The Next Password Will Be ‘mad-eye.’ Keep Each Other Safe. Keep Faith. Good Night.

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

And Tears Came Before He Could Stop Them, Boiling Hot Then Instantly Freezing On His Face, And What Was The Point In Wiping Them Off? Or Pretending? He Let Them Fall.

Gosh, What A Gripping Story. You Must Have Been Simply Terrified. Meanwhile We Went To Godric's Hollow And, Let's Think, What Happened There, Harry? Oh Yes, You-know-who's Snake Turned Up, It Nearly Killed Both Of Us, And Then You-know-who Himself Arrived And Missed Us By About A Second. Imagine Losing Fingernails, Harry! That Really Puts Our Sufferings Into Perspective, Doesn't It?

It Was So Good To Be Held. If Only Their Relationship Could Be Distilled Into Simple, Wordless Gestures Of Comfort. Why Had Humans Ever Learned To Talk?

Many Parts Of My Life Are Perfectly Ordinary, If That's What You Mean. One Could Even Call It Boring, But That's What I Like About It.

He’ll Accept Anyone At Hogwarts, S’long As They’ve Got The Talent. Knows People Can Turn Out Okay Even If Their Families Weren’ . . .well . . . All Tha’ Respectable.

Why Are They All Staring?" Demanded Albus As He And Rose Craned Around To Look At The Other Students. "don’t Let It Worry You," Said Ron. "it’s Me. I’m Extremely Famous.

Ah! Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans! I Was Unfortunate Enough In My Youth To Come Across A Vomit-flavored One, And Since Then I’m Afraid I’ve Rather Lost My Liking For Them — But I Think I’ll Be Safe With A Nice Toffee, Don’t You?” He Smiled And Popped The Golden-brown Bean Into His Mouth. “alas! Ear Wax!

Now, I Don’t Want Any Of You Youngsters To Worry — You’ll Still Have Your Potions Master When I’m Through With Him, Never Fear!” “wouldn’t It Be Good If They Finished Each Other Off?” Ron Muttered In Harry’s Ear.

Here Lies Dobby, A Free Elf.

Deathly Hallows

Harry Moved The Tip Of His Eagle-feather Quill Down The Page, Frowning As He Looked For Something That Would Help Him Write His Essay, “witch Burning In The Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless — Discuss.

Print Will Never Die. There's No Substitute For The Feel Of An Actual Book. I Adore Physically Turning Pages, And Being Able To Underline Passages And Not Worrying About Dropping Them In The Bath Or Running Out Of Power. I Also Find Print Books Objects Of Beauty.

Twilight Fell: The Sky Turned To A Light, Dusky Purple Littered With Tiny Silver Stars.

We Slytherins Are Brave, Yes, But Not Stupid. For Instance, Given The Choice, We Will Always Choose To Save Our Own Necks.

He Accused Me Of Being Dumbledore's Man Through And Through." "how Very Rude Of Him." "i Told Him I Was." Dumbledore Opened His Mouth To Speak And Then Closed It Again. Fawkes The Phoenix Let Out A Low, Soft, Musical Cry. To Harry's Intense Embarrassment, He Suddenly Realized That Dumbledore's Bright Blue Eyes Looked Rather Watery, And Stared Hastily At His Own Knee. When Dumbledore Spoke, However, His Voice Was Quite Steady. "i Am Very Touched, Harry.

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