Be Good Now, Potty...weasel King.

Contemplating The Task Ahead Would Not Make It Easier Or The Water Warmer.

Hermione Was Screaming Again: The Sound Went Through Harry Like Physical Pain.

The Realization Of What Would Happen Next Settled Gradually Over Harry In The Long Minutes, Like Softly Falling Snow. "i've Got To Go Back, Haven't I?" "that Is Up To You." "i've Got A Choice?" "oh Yes." Dumbledore Smiled At Him. "we Are In King's Cross, You Say? I Think That If You Decided Not To Go Back, You Would Be Able To…let's Say…board A Train." "and Where Would It Take Me?" "on," Said Dumbledore Simply.

He Can Run Faster Than Severus Snape Confronted With Shampoo.

Mr. And Mrs. Dursley, Of Number Four Privet Drive, Were Proud To Say That They Were Perfectly Normal, Thank You Very Much.