Don't Let The Muggles Get You Down.

He Read The Letter Again, But Could Not Take In Any More Meaning Than He Had Done The First Time And Was Reduced To Staring At The Handwriting Itself. She Had Made Her G's The Same Way He Did : He Searched Through The Letter For Every One Of Them, And Each Felt Like A Friendly Little Wave Glimpsed From Behind A Veil. The Letter Was An Incredible Treasure, Proof That Lily Potter Had Lived, Really Lived, That Her Warm Hand Had Once Moved Across This Parchment, Tracing Ink Into These Letters, These Words, Words About Him, Harry, Her Son.

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

I Don't Care!" Harry Yelled At Them, Snatching Up A Lunascope And Throwing It Into The Fireplace. "i've Had Enough, I've Seen Enough, I Want Out, I Want It To End, I Don't Care Anymore!

Differences Of Habit And Language Are Nothing At All If Our Aims Are Identical And Our Hearts Are Open.

Everybody Finished The Song At Different Times. Dumbledore Conducted Their Last Few Lines With His Wand And When They Had Finished, He Was One Of Those Who Clapped Loudest. 'ah Music,' He Said, Wiping His Eyes. 'a Magic Beyond All We Do Here!