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I Definitely Know That-that Love Is The Most Powerful Thing Of All And I Remember Thinking That-god, I'm About To Make Myself Cry But, I Remember Thinking That When 9/11 Happened Because Those Last Phone Calls Were About-the Last Thing Knowingly, That I'm Going To Say On This Earth Is 'i Love You.' What's More Powerful Than That? What's More Proof Than That? Beyond Fear, Beyond Death.

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I Definitely Know That-that Love Is The Most Powerful Thing Of All And I Remember Thinking That-god, I'm About To Make Myself Cry But, I Remember Thinking That When 9/11 Happened Because Those Last Phone Calls Were About-the Last Thing Knowingly, That I'm Going To Say On This Earth Is 'i Love You.' What's More Powerful Than That? What's More Proof Than That? Beyond Fear, Beyond Death.

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I'm Happy To Talk In General Themes, But When We Get Down To Specifics About My Family, For Me That's Always Been Off-limits.

Professor Flitwick Had Dried Himself Off And Set Seamus Lines ("i Am A Wizard Not A Baboon Brandishing A Stick")

The Fame Thing Is Interesting Because I Never Wanted To Be Famous, And I Never Dreamt I Would Be Famous. You Know, My Fantasy Of Being A Famous Writer, And Again There's A Slight Disconnect With Reality Which Happens A Lot With Me. I Imagined Being A Famous Writer Would Be Like Being Like Jane Austen.

It Is A Strange Thing, But When You Are Dreading Something, And Would Give Anything To Slow Down Time, It Has A Disobliging Habit Of Speeding Up.

Overload 'em With Information An' They'll Kill Yeh Jus' To Simplify Things.

What's The Worst That Could Happen? Everyone Turned Me Down; Big Deal.

Positive Thinking

At That Moment, Harry Fully Understood For The First Time Why People Said Dumbledore Was The Only Wizard Voldemort Had Ever Feared. The Look Upon Dumbledore's Face As He Stared Down At The Unconscious Form Of Mad-eye Moody Was More Terrible Than Harry Could Have Ever Imagined. There Was No Benign Smile Upon Dumbledore's Face, No Twinkle In The Eyes Behind The Spectacles. There Was Cold Fury In Every Line Of The Ancient Face; A Sense Of Power Radiated From Dumbledore As Though He Were Giving Off Burning Heat.

Oh You Is A Bad Elf, Dobby!

I'll Be Writing Until I Can't Write Anymore. It's A Compulsion With Me. I Love Writing.

Twitchy Little Ferret, Aren't You, Malfoy?

Kill Me Then,' Panted Harry, Who Felt No Fear At All, But Only Rage And Contempt. 'kill Me Like You Killed Him, You Coward-' Don't-' Screamed Snape, And His Face Was Suddenly Demented, Inhuman, As Though He Was In As Much Pain As The Yelping, Howling Dog Stuck In The House Behind Them- 'call Me A Coward!

Yeah, She Shows Signs Of Life If You Do This," Said Ron, And With His Tongue He Made Soft Clip-flopping Noises. Umbridge Sat Bolt Upright, Looking Wildly Around.

It Seemed To Take Sirius An Age To Fall: His Body Curved In A Graceful Arc As He Sank Backwards Through The Ragged Veil Hanging From The Arch.

The Sky Was A Cold Iron-grey, Like The Underside Of A Shield. A Sharp Breeze Lifted The Hems Of Skirts And Rattled The Leaves On The Immature Trees; A Spiteful, Chill Wind That Sought Out Your Weakest Places, The Nape Of Your Neck And Your Knees, And Which Denied You The Comfort Of Dreaming, Of Retreating A Little From Reality.

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.

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.

Whether You Come Back By Page Or By The Big Screen, Hogwarts Will Always Be There To Welcome You Home.

Why Had He Never Appreciated The Miracle That He Was, Brain And Nerve And Bounding Heart?

Let My Girls Be Hermiones, Rather Than Pansy Parkinsons.

Only The Difference Between Truth And Lies, Courage And Cowardice.

Was It Love When Somebody Filled A Space In Your Life That Yawned Inside You, Once They Had Gone?

I Must Admit, Peter, I Have Difficulty In Understanding Why An Innocent Man Would Want To Spend Twelve Years As A Rat.

Welcome To A New Year At Hogwarts! Before We Begin Our Banquet, I Would Like To Say A Few Words. And Here They Are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

Someone Creeping Into His Yard In The Dead Of Night? More Likely There's A Very Shell-shocked Cat Wandering Somewhere, Covered In Potato Peelings.

Because That's What Hermione Does,' Said Ron, Shrugging. 'when In Doubt, Go To The Library.

Funny Harry Potter

Why Do They Have To Move In Packs?" Harry Asked Ron As A Dozen Or So Girls Walked Past Them, Sniggering And Staring At Harry. "how're You Supposed To Get One On Their Own To Ask Them?" "lasso One?" Ron Suggested.

'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.'

Why, Dear Boy, We Don't Send Wizards To Azkaban Just For Blowing Up Their Aunts.

Let’s See . . . Ah, Yes, This Is Nice And Cozy.” It Was A Broom Cupboard.

Angelina, Alicia, And Katie Suddenly Giggled. "what?" Said Wood, Frowning At This Lighthearted Behavior. "he's That Tall, Good-looking One, Isn't He?" Said Angelina. "strong And Silent," Said Katie, And They Started To Giggle Again. "he's Only Silent Because He's Too Thick To String Two Words Together," Said Fred Impatiently.

It Is My Belief... That The Truth Is Generally Preferable To Lies.

Inspirational Harry Potter

And Without Thinking, Without Planning It, Without Worrying About The Fact That Fifty People Were Watching, Harry Kissed Her.

As Our Listeners Will Know, Unless They've Taken Refuge At The Bottom Of A Garden Pond Or Somewhere Similar, You-know-who's Strategy Of Remaining In The Shadows Is Creating A Nice Little Climate Of Panic.

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.

You Can Choose, You Can Go One Of Two Ways. You Can Be The Person I Probably Admire More And Say 'well I Don't Care And I'll Continue Not To Bother To Brush My Hair.' Or You Can Be A Weak-willed Person Like Me And Think 'oh I'd Better Get My Act Together. And Maybe My Mother Was Right And I Do Need To Put My Hair Back And Tidy Myself Up A Bit.' So I Did Tidy Myself Up A Bit. But I Do Often Resent The Amount Of Time That It Takes To Pull Yourself Together To Go On Tv, I Really Do. If I Sound Bitter, Then That Accurately Reflects How I Feel About The Subject.

Xenophilius Lovegood," He Said, Extending A Hand To Harry. "my Daughter And I Live Over The Hill, So Kind Of The Weasleys To Invite Us. I Think You Know My Luna?" He Added To Ron."yes" Said Ron. "isn't She With You?""she Lingered In That Charming Little Garden To Say Hello To The Gnomes, Such A Glorious Infestation! How Few Wizards Realize Just How Much We Can Learn From The Wise Little Gnomes - Or, To Give Then Their Correct Names, The Gernumbli Gardensi.""ours Do Know A Lot Of Excellent Swear Words," Said Ron, "but I Think Fred And George Taught Them Those.

Nobody's Ever Asked Me To A Party Before, As A Friend. Is That Why You Dyed Your Eyebrow, For The Party? Should I Do Mine Too?

And I Must Draft An Advertisement For The Daily Prophet, Too,' He Added Thoughtfully. 'we'll Be Needing A New Defense Against The Dark Arts Teacher.... Dear Me, We Do Seem To Run Through Them, Don't We?

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