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Remus Lupin Was Supposed To Be On The H.i.v. Metaphor. It Was Someone Who Had Been Infected Young, Who Suffered Stigma, Who Had A Fear Of Infecting Others, Who Was Terrified He Would Pass On His Condition To His Son. And It Was A Way Of Examining Prejudice, Unwarranted Prejudice Towards A Group Of People. And Also, Examining Why People Might Become Embittered When They're Treated That Unfairly.

-J. K. Rowling

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Remus Lupin Was Supposed

J. K. Rowling

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Remus Lupin Was Supposed To Be On The H.i.v. Metaphor. It Was Someone Who Had Been Infected Young, Who Suffered Stigma, Who Had A Fear Of Infecting Others, Who Was Terrified He Would Pass On His Condition To His Son. And It Was A Way Of Examining Prejudice, Unwarranted Prejudice Towards A Group Of People. And Also, Examining Why People Might Become Embittered When They're Treated That Unfairly.

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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

Anything's Possible If You've Got Enough Nerve. I Was Determined To Try. I Was Determined To Try Because, Frankly, My Life Was Such A Mess At This Point, What - What Was The Worst That Could Happen? Everyone Turn Me Down? Big Deal.

So Dobby Stopped Us From Getting On The Train And Broke Your Arm. . . ." He Shook His Head. "you Know What, Harry? If He Doesn't Stop Trying To Save Your Life He's Going To Kill You.

A Tiny Little Wooden Man [was] Slowly Ascending The Steps To A Real Set Of Gallows, Both Perched On A Box That Read: Reusable Hangman — Spell It Or He’ll Swing!

He's A Funny Man, Dumbledore. I Think He Sort Of Wanted To Give Me A Chance. I Think He Knows More Or Less Everything That Goes On Here, You Know. I Reckon He Had A Pretty Good Idea We Were Going To Try, And Instead Of Stopping Us, He Just Taught Us Enough To Help. I Don't Think It Was An Accident He Let Me Find Out How The Mirror Worked. It's Almost Like He Thought I Had The Right To Face Voldemort If I Could.

You Cheating Scum!” Lee Jordan Was Howling Into The Megaphone, Dancing Out Of Professor Mcgonagall’s Reach. “you Filthy, Cheating B —” Professor Mcgonagall Didn’t Even Bother To Tell Him Off. She Was Actually Shaking Her Finger In Malfoy’s Direction, Her Hat Had Fallen Off, And She Too Was Shouting Furiously.

When You Have That Last Piece Of The Jigsaw, Everything Will, I Hope, Be Clear..." -albus Dumbledore

Bill, Don’t Look At Me — I’m ’ideous.

The Wand Chooses The Wizard.

Harry Potter Movie

I Can't Give A Professor Love!

Longbottom, If Brains Were Gold, You'd Be Poorer Than Weasley, And That's Saying Something.

Krystal Flung Herself Violently Off The Chair, Away From Her Mother. She Was Surprised To Feel Warm Liquid Flowing Down Her Cheeks, And Thought Confusedly Of Blood, But It Was Tears, Only Tears, Clear And Shining On Her Fingertips When She Wiped Them Away.

When You Have Seen As Much Of Life As I Have, You Will Not Underestimate The Power Of Obsessive Love.

I Think I've Really Exhausted The Magical. It Was A Lot Of Fun, But I've Put It Behind Me For The Time Being.

It Was Only When He Was Back In Bed That It Struck Harry That Dumbledore Might Not Have Been Quite Truthful. But Then, It Had Been A Quite Personal Question.

Personal Question

Yes, It Is Easy To See That Nearly Six Years Of Magical Education Have Not Been Wasted On You, Potter. Ghosts Are Transparent.

I Remember Every Wand I’ve Ever Sold, Mr. Potter. Every Single Wand. It So Happens That The Phoenix Whose Tail Feather Is In Your Wand, Gave Another Feather — Just One Other. It Is Very Curious Indeed That You Should Be Destined For This Wand When Its Brother — Why, Its Brother Gave You That Scar.

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!

Break Not An Ancient Friendship; Keep It Hale; Stir Round Its Roots, That It Be Green Of Heart; Let Not The Spirit Of Its Growth Depart: It Is A Power To Brave The Strongest Gale.

Aunt Petunia Burst Into Tears. Hestia Jones Gave Her An Approving Look That Changed To Outrage As Aunt Petunia Ran Forward And Embraced Dudley Rather Than Harry. 's-so Sweet, Dudders...' She Sobbed Into His Massive Chest. 's-such A Lovely B-boy...s-saying Thank You...' 'but He Hadn't Said Thank You At All!' Said Hestia Indignantly. 'he Only Said He Didn't Think Harry Was A Waste Of Space!' 'yeah, But Coming From Dudley That's Like "i Love You.

Every Second He Breathed, The Smell Of The Grass, The Cool Air On His Face, Was So Precious: To Think That People Had Years And Years, Time To Waste, So Much Time It Dragged, And He Was Clinging To Each Second.

Lee Jordan Was Finding It Difficult Not To Take Sides. 'so — After That Obvious And Disgusting Bit Of Cheating —' 'jordan!' Growled Professor Mcgonagall. 'i Mean After That Open And Revolting Foul —' 'jordan, I'm Warning You —' 'all Right, All Right. Flint Nearly Kills The Gryffindor Seeker, Which Could Happen To Anyone, I'm Sure, So A Penalty To Gryffindor, Taken By Spinnet, Who Puts It Away, No Trouble, And We Continue Play, Gryffindor Still In Possession.

I Feel I Owe You Another Explanation Harry," Said Dumbledore Hesitantly. "you May, Perhaps, Wondered Why I Never Chose You As A Prefect? I Must Confess...that I Rather Thought...you Had Enough Responsibility To Be Going On With." Harry Looked Up At Him And Saw A Tear Trickling Down Dumbledore's Face Into His Long Silver Beard.

I Would Rather Die Than Betray His Trust." "that's Not Saying Much, Seeing As You're Already Dead," Ron Observed. "once Again, You Show All The Sensitivity Of A Blunt Axe," Said Nearly Headless Nick In Affronted Tones.

And Death Spoke To Them —’” “sorry,” Interjected Harry, “but Death Spoke To Them?” “it’s A Fairy Tale, Harry!” “right, Sorry. Go On.

Prongs Rode Again Last Night... You Know, Harry, In A Way, You Did See Your Father Last Night... You Found Him Inside Yourself.

I Think That I've Had A Very Strange Life.

Everythin' Seems Ter Happen Ter You, Doesn' It?

Well, I Certainly Don't," Said Percy Sanctimoniously. "i Shudder To Think What The State Of My In-tray Would Be If I Was Away From Work For Five Days." "yeah, Someone Might Slip Dragon Dung In It Again, Eh, Perce?" Said Fred. "that Was A Sample Of Fertilizer From Norway!" Said Percy, Going Very Red In The Face. "it Was Nothing Personal!" "it Was," Fred Whispered To Harry As They Got Up From The Table. "we Sent It.

Funny Harry Potter

You Can't Give A Dementor The Old One-two!

... You Could Claim That Anything's Real If The Only Basis For Believing In It Is That Nobody's Proved It Doesn't Exist!

We're All Human, Aren't We? Every Human Life Is Worth The Same, And Worth Saving.

I Am Sorry Too," Said Lupin. "sorry I Will Never Know [my Son]... But He Will Know Why I Died And I Hope He Will Understand I Was Trying To Make A World In Which He Could Live A Happier Life.

Personal Happiness Lies In Knowing That Life Is Not A Checklist Of Acquisition. Your Qualifications Are Not Your Life.

Pity You Can't Attach An Extra Arm To Your [broom], Malfoy. Then It Could Catch The Snitch For You.

Merlin's Pants!" Shrieked Hermione, Jumping Up And Running From The Room. "merlin's Pants?" Repeated Ron, Looking Amused. "she Must Be Really Upset.

Young People Are So Infernally Convinced That They Are Absolutely Right About Everything.

It Unscrews The Other Way.

She's As Nutty As Squirrel Poo.

How Come The Muggles Don’t Hear The Bus?” Said Harry. “them!” Said Stan Contemptuously. “don’ Listen Properly, Do They? Don’ Look Properly Either. Never Notice Nuffink, They Don’.

He Felt Even Angrier That Dumbledore Was Showing Signs Of Weakness. He Had No Business Being Weak When Harry Wanted To Rage And Storm At Him.

Every Time He Tried To Reconstruct The Internal Arguments That Had Led To His Decision, They Sounded Feebler To Him.

The World Is Full Of Wonderful Things You Haven't Seen Yet. Don't Ever Give Up On The Chance Of Seeing Them.

I'll Be In My Bedroom, Making No Noise And Pretending I'm Not There.

Read A Lot. Reading Really Helps. Read Anything You Can Get Your Hands On.

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