Daddy's Gone Mad, Hasn't He?

Neville Kicked Aside The Broken Fragments Of His Own Wand As They Walked Slowly Toward The Door. "my Gran's Going Do Kill Be," Said Neville Thickly, Blood Spattering From His Nose As He Spoke, "dat Was By Dad's Old Wand.

Okay, Men,” He Said. “and Women,” Said Chaser Angelina Johnson. “and Women,” Wood Agreed. “this Is It.” “the Big One,” Said Fred Weasley. “the One We’ve All Been Waiting For,” Said George. “we Know Oliver’s Speech By Heart,” Fred Told Harry, “we Were On The Team Last Year.” “shut Up, You Two,” Said Wood. “this Is The Best Team Gryffindor’s Had In Years. We’re Going To Win. I Know It.” He Glared At Them All As If To Say, “or Else.” “right. It’s Time. Good Luck, All Of 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.

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

The Long Game Was Ended, The Snitch Had Been Caught, It Was Time To Leave The Air.