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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.

-J. K. Rowling

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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.

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Well, You Split Your Soul, You See, And Hide Part Of It In An Object Outside The Body. Then, Even If One’s Body Is Attacked Or Destroyed, One Cannot Die, For Part Of The Soul Remains Earthbound And Undamaged. But Of Course, Existence In Such A Form . . .

You Will Find That I Will Only Truly Have Left This School When None Here Are Loyal To Me.

Harry Felt Winded, As Though He Had Just Walked Into Something Heavy. He Had Last Seen Those Cool Gray Eyes Through Slits In A Death Eater’s Hood, And Last Heard That Man’s Voice Jeering In A Dark Graveyard While Lord Voldemort Tortured Him. He Could Not Believe That Lucius Malfoy Dared Look Him In The Face; He Could Not Believe That He Was Here, In The Ministry Of Magic, Or That Cornelius Fudge Was Talking To Him, When Harry Had Told Fudge Mere Weeks Ago That Malfoy Was A Death Eater.

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I Find That Discussing An Idea Out Loud Is Often The Way To Kill It Stone Dead.

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Nasty Temper He's Got, That Sirius Black.

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You Care So Much You Feel As Though You Will Bleed To Death With The Pain Of It.

You've Got To Appreciate What The Worst Is. You Don't Want To Find Yourself In A Situation Where You're Facing It.

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Brains Like That, You Could Be A Death Eater, Son.

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Children Being Children, However, The Grotesque Hopping Pot Had Taken Hold Of Their Imaginations. The Solution Was To Jettison The Pro-muggle Moral But Keep The Warty Cauldron, So By The Middle Of The Sixteenth Century A Different Version Of The Tale Was In Wide Circulation Among Wizarding Families. In The Revised Story, The Hopping Pot Protects An Innocent Wizard From His Torch-bearing, Pitchfork-toting Neighbours By Chasing Them Away From The Wizard's Cottage, Catching Them And Swallowing Them Whole.

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I Definitely Know That Love Is The Most Powerful Thing Of All.

If Only The Hat Had Mentioned A House For People Who Felt A Bit Queasy, That Would Have Been The One For Him.

Dementors Are Among The Foulest Creatures That Walk This Earth. They Infest The Darkest, Filthiest Places, They Glory In Decay And Despair, They Drain Peace, Hope, And Happiness Out Of The Air Around Them. Even Muggles Feel Their Presence, Though They Can’t See Them. Get Too Near A Dementor And Every Good Feeling, Every Happy Memory Will Be Sucked Out Of You. If It Can, The Dementor Will Feed On You Long Enough To Reduce You To Something Like Itself — Soul-less And Evil. You’ll Be Left With Nothing But The Worst Experiences Of Your Life.

Bill, Don’t Look At Me — I’m ’ideous.

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.

Or Perhaps In Slytherin, You'll Make Your Real Friends. Those Cunning Folk Use Any Means To Achieve Their Ends.

My Brain Surprises Even Me Sometimes.

Time Is Galleons, Little Brother.

Luck Can Only Get You So Far.

I Will Be Sharing Additional Information I've Been Hoarding For Years About The World Of Harry Potter

I Don't Feel Quite Normal If I Haven't Written For A While. I Doubt I Will Ever Again Write Anything As Popular As The "harry" Books, But I Can Live With That Thought Quite Easily. By The Time I Stop Writing About Harry, I Will Have Lived With Him For 13 Years, And I Know It's Going To Feel Like A Bereavement. So I'll Probably Take Some Time Off To Grieve, And Then On With The Next Book!

Neville Will Play Quidditch For England Before Hagrid Lets Dumbledore Down.

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.

By All Means Continue Destroying My Possessions. I Daresay I Have Too Many.

Sounded Like A Load Of Waffle To Me." "there Was Some Important Stuff Hidden In The Waffle.

Failure Means A Stripping Away Of The Inessential.

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.

He Felt That He Was Still Groping In The Dark; He Had Chosen His Path But Kept Looking Back, Wondering Whether He Had Misread The Signs, Whether He Should Not Have Taken The Other Way.

Which Way Did They Go, Peeves?" Filch Was Saying. "quick, Tell Me." "say 'please.'" "don't Mess With Me, Peeves, Now Where Did They Go?" "shan't Say Nothing If You Don't Say Please," Said Peeves In His Annoying Singsong Voice. "all Right- Please." "nothing! Ha Haaa! Told You I Wouldn't Say Nothing If You Didn't Say Please! Ha Ha! Haaaaaa!" And They Heard The Sound Of Peeves Whooshing Away And Filch Cursing In Rage.

He Dreamed Of London And Of A Life That Mattered.

Choosing To Live In Narrow Spaces Leads To Form Of Mental Agoraphobia And That Brings Its Own Terrors. I Think The Willfully Unimaginative See More Monsters, They Are Often More Afraid. What Is More, Those Who Choose Not To Empathize Enable Real Monsters. For Without Ever Committing An Act Of Outright Evil Ourselves, We Collude Through Our Own Apathy.

Hello, Minister!" Bellowed Percy, Sending A Neat Jinx Straight At Thicknesse, Who Dropped His Wand And Clawed At The Front Of His Robes, Apparently In Awful Discomfort. "did I Mention I'm Resigning?

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.

But Snape Always Seemed To Hate Me So Much.

Indifference And Neglect Often Do Much More Damage Than Outright Dislike ...we Wizards Have Mistreated And Abused Our Fellows For Too Long, And We Are Now Reaping Our Reward.

Oh, He Knows How To Play, Little Bitty Baby Potter.

These Girls... They're Going To Kill Me, Harry.

Yeah, Well, Food's One Of The Five Exceptions To Gamp's Law Of Elemental Transfigurations," Said Ron, To General Astonishment.

Have You Any Idea How Much Tyrants Fear The People They Oppress?

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

Are — You — Insane?” Said Hermione In A Hushed Voice. 'i Don't Think So,' Said Harry, Shrugging.

Then You Should Have Died! Died, Rather Than Betray Your Friends, As We Would Have Done For You!

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