Dumbledore Lowered His Hands And Surveyed Harry

And This Is Nymphadora-" "don't Call Me Nymphadora, Remus," Said The Young Witch With A Shudder. "it's Tonks." "-nymphadora Tonks, Who Prefers To Be Known By Her Surname Only," Finished Lupin. "so Would You If Your Fool Of A Mother Had Called You 'nymphadora,' " Muttered Tonks.

He Was About To Go Home, About To Return To The Place Where He Had Had A Family. It Was In Godric’s Hollow That, But For Voldemort, He Would Have Grown Up And Spent Every School Holiday. He Could Have Invited Friends To His House. . . . He Might Even Have Had Brothers And Sisters. . . . It Would Have Been His Mother Who Had Made His Seventeenth Birthday Cake. The Life He Had Lost Had Hardly Ever Seemed So Real To Him As At This Moment, When He Knew He Was About To See The Place Where It Had Been Taken From Him.

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.

'it Only Put Me In Gryffindor,' Said Harry In A Defeated Voice, 'because I Asked Not To Go In Slytherin...' 'exactly' Said Dumbledore, Beaming Once More. 'which Makes You Very Different From Tom Riddle. It Is Our Choices, Harry, That Show What We Truly Are, Far More Than Our Abilities.'

Sukhvinder Wished That She Could Be More Like Krystal: Funny And Tough; Impossible To Intimidate; Always Coming Out Fighting.