Don't Be Stupid, It's A Flying House!

Harry Potter Has Kindly Joined Us For My Rebirthing Party. One Might Go So Far As To Call Him My Guest Of Honor.

Ah, Music," He Said, Wiping His Eyes. "a Magic Far Beyond All We Do Here! And Now, Bedtime. Off You Trot!

Some Wounds Run Too Deep For The Healing.

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.

The Castle Grounds Were Gleaming In The Sunlight As Though Freshly Painted; The Cloudless Sky Smiled At Itself In The Smoothly Sparkling Lake, The Satin-green Lawns Rippled Occasionally In A Gentle Breeze: June Had Arrived.