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He Put His Foot On One Pedal, Scooted A Few Yards And Swung His Other Leg Over The Saddle. He Soared Left Into The Vertiginously Sloping Hillside Road And Sped, Without Touching His Brakes ... The Hedgerows And Sky Blurred; He Imagined Himself In A Velodrome As The Wind Whipped His Hair Clean...

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He Was My Mum And Dad's Best Friend. He's A Convicted Murderer, But He's Broken Out Of Wizard Prison And He's On The Run. He Likes To Keep In Touch With Me, Though...keep Up With My News...check If I'm Happy.

Howard And Shirley Were Clothed, Always, In An Invisible Layer Of Decorum That They Never Laid Aside.

Ron's Ears Turned Bright Red And He Become Engrossed In A Tuft Of Grass At His Feet, Which He Prodded With His Toe 'he Must've Known I'd Run Out On You'. 'no', Harry Corrected Him, 'he Must've Known You'd Always Want To Come Back

The Opportunity Was Too Perfect To Miss. Harry Crept Silently Around Behind Malfoy, Crabbe, And Goyle, Bent Down, And Scooped A Large Handful Of Mud Out Of The Path. 'we Were Just Talking About Your Friend Hagrid,' Malfoy Said To Ron. 'just Trying To Imagine What He's Saying To The Committee For The Disposal Of Dangerous Creatures. D'you Think He'll Cry When They Cut Off His Hippogriff's—' Splat. Malfoy's Head Jerked Back As The Mud Hit Him; His Silverblond Hair Was Suddenly Dripping In Muck.

I Will If You Go Out With Me, Evans

That," Said Harry, "is A Really Good Question.

Because To Confide A Part Of Your Soul To Something That Can Think And Move For Itself Is Obviously A Very Risky Business.

Time Will Not Slow Down When Something Unpleasant Lies Ahead.

On And On They Flew, Over The Countryside Parceled Out In Patches Of Green And Brown, Over Roads And Rivers Winding Through The Landscapes Like Strips Of Matte And Glossy Ribbon.

Your Mother Died To Save You. If There Is One Thing Voldemort Cannot Understand, It Is Love. Love As Powerful As Your Mother's For You Leaves It's Own Mark. To Have Been Loved So Deeply, Even Though The Person Who Loved Us Is Gone, Will Give Us Some Protection Forever.

I Was Hoping That Neville Would Assist Me With The First Stage Of The Operation,” He Said, “and I Am Sure He Will Perform It Admirably.

Neville Longbottom

I've Decided To Call Him Norbert,' Said Hagrid, Looking At The Dragon With Misty Eyes. 'he Really Knows Me Now, Watch. Norbert! Norbert! Where's Mummy?' 'he's Lost His Marbles,' Ron Muttered In Harry's Ear. 'hagrid,' Said Harry Loudly, 'give It A Fortnight And Norbert's Going To Be As Big As Your House. Malfoy Could Go To Dumbledore At Any Moment. Hagrid Bit His Lip. 'i- I Know I Can't Jus' Dump Him, I Can't.' Harry Suddenly Turned To Ron. 'charlie,' He Said. 'you're Losing It Too,' Said Ron. 'i'm Ron, Remember?

Professor Kettleburn, Our Care Of Magical Creatures Teacher, Retired At The End Of Last Year In Order To Enjoy More Time With His Remaining Limbs.

We'll Be There, Harry," Said Ron "what?" "at Your Aunt And Uncle's House," Said Ron, "and Then We'll Go With You Wherever You're Going." "no-" Said Harry Quickly; He Hadn't Counted On This, He Had Meant Them To Understand That He Was Undertaking The Most Dangerous Journey Alone. "you Said It Once Before," Said Hermione Quickly, "that There Was Time To Turn Back If We Wanted To. We've Had Time, Haven't We? We're With You Whatever Happens.

Even The Weather Seemed To Be Celebrating; As June Approached, The Days Became Cloudless And Sultry, And All Anybody Felt Like Doing Was Strolling Onto The Grounds And Flopping Down On The Grass With Several Pints Of Iced Pumpkin Juice, Perhaps Playing A Casual Game Of Gobstones Or Watching The Giant Squid Propel Itself Dreamily Across The Surface Of The Lake.

Then She Was Kissing Him As She Had Never Kissed Him Before...and It Was Blissful Oblivion, Better Than Firewhisky; She Was The Only Real Thing In The World.

Merlin’s Beard, Harry, You Made Me Jump,” Said Slughorn, Stopping Dead In His Tracks And Looking Wary. “how Did You Get Out Of The Castle?” “i Think Filch Must’ve Forgotten To Lock The Doors,” Said Harry Cheerfully, And Was Delighted To See Slughorn Scowl.

Play To Your Strengths." "i Haven’t Got Any," Said Harry, Before He Could Stop Himself. "excuse Me," Growled Moody, "you’ve Got Strengths If I Say You’ve Got Them. Think Now. What Are You Best At?

I Love Being A Writer. I Am Very Lucky My Life's Ambition Turned Out To Be Just As Much Fun As I Thought It Would Be.

The Middle Class Is So Funny, It's The Class I Know Best, And It's The Class Where You Find The Most Pretension, So That's What Makes The Middle Classes So Funny.

Oh You Is A Bad Elf, Dobby!

Abundance Is The Quality Of Life You Live And Quality Of Life You Give To Others.

I Think Mum's Got A Second Cousin Who's An Accountant, But We Never Talk About Him.

I Knew Ginny Was Lying About That Tattoo.

Naturally Shirley Had Known, As They Slid Stock Words And Phrases Back And Forth Between Them Like Beads On An Abacus, That Howard Must Be As Brimful Of Ecstasy As She Was; But To Express These Feelings Out Loud, When The News Of Death Was Still Fresh In The Air, Would Have Been Tantamount To Dancing Naked And Shrieking Obscenities, And Howard And Shirley Were Clothed, Always, In An Invisible Layer Of Decorum That They Never Laid Aside.

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.

Your Great-aunt Muriel Doesn't Agree, I Just Met Her Upstairs While She Was Giving Fleur The Tiara. "she Said 'oh Dear, Is This The Muggle Born?' And Then, 'bad Posture, Skinny Ankles.'" Don't Take It Personally, She's Rude To Everyone," Said Ron. "talking About Muriel?" Inquired George, Reemerging From The Marquee With Fred. "yeah, She's Just Told Me My Ears Are Lopsided. Old Bat.

Sometimes You Remind Me A Lot Of James. He Called It My 'furry Little Problem' In Company. Many People Were Under The Impression That I Owned A Badly Behaved Rabbit.

Ah, Music," He Said, Wiping His Eyes. "a Magic Far Beyond All We Do Here! And Now, Bedtime. Off You Trot!

Will There Ever Be An Encyclopedia? Possibly. I Would Say Two Things About The Encyclopedia: Firstly, I’ve Always Said And I Stand By It, Whenever I Do Do A Printed Encyclopedia I Would Like All The Proceeds To Go To Charity. Back In 1998 I Never Dreamt I Personally I Would Be In The Position That I Could Set Up A Large Charitable Foundation And Personally Do Things For Charity, And I’ve Done Other Charity Books Already.

I'm Dying!" Malfoy Yelled, As The Class Panicked. "i'm Dying, Look At Me! It's Killed Me!

The Fates Have Informed Me That Your Examination In June Will Concern The Orb, And I Am Anxious To Give You Sufficient Practice. Hermione Snorted. "well Honestly... 'the Fates Have Informed Her'... Who Sets The Exam? She Does!

She Was On Edge, Feeling That She Might Snap Or Cry At The Smallest Provocation.

When You Were Straight, Evil Thoughts And Memories Came Pouring Up Out Of The Darkness Inside You; Buzzing Black Flies Clinging To The Insides Of Your Skull.

We'll Send You A Hogwarts Toilet Seat!

But You're Dead,' Said Harry. 'oh, Yes,' Said Dumbledore Matter-of-factly. 'then... Am I Dead Too?' 'ah,' Said Dumbledore, Smiling Still More Broadly. 'that Is The Question, Isn't It? On The Whole, Dear Boy, I Think Not.

Jane Austen Is The Pinnacle To Which All Other Authors Aspire.

You Could Say Sorry," Suggested Harry Bluntly. "what, And Get Attacked By Another Flock Of Canaries?" Muttered Ron. "what Did You Have To Imitate Her For?" "she Laughed At My Mustache!" "so Did I, It Was The Stupidest Thing I've Ever Seen.

Poverty Entails Fear And Stress And Sometimes Depression. It Means A Thousand Petty Humiliations And Hardships.

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