For Instance, This New Idea That You-know-who

Nothing Like A Nighttime Stroll To Give You Ideas.

Kill Me Then,' Panted Harry, Who Felt No Fear At All, But Only Rage And Contempt. 'kill Me Like You Killed Him, You Coward-' Don't-' Screamed Snape, And His Face Was Suddenly Demented, Inhuman, As Though He Was In As Much Pain As The Yelping, Howling Dog Stuck In The House Behind Them- 'call Me A Coward!

Many Are Whispering That Voldemort Must Be Behind It. However, That Is The Point: They Whisper. They Daren’t Confide In Each Other, Not Knowing Whom To Trust; They Are Scared To Speak Out, In Case Their Suspicions Are True And Their Families Are Targeted. Yes, Voldemort Is Playing A Very Clever Game. Declaring Himself Might Have Provoked Open Rebellion: Remaining Masked Has Created Confusion, Uncertainty, And Fear.

Don't Be Silly, Dawlish. I'm Sure You Are An Excellent Auror, I Seem To Remember You Achieved 'outstanding' In All Your N.e.w.t.s, But If You Attempt To — Er — 'bring Me In' By Force, I Will Have To Hurt You.

Every Now And Then I Read A Poem That Does Touch Something In Me, But I Never Turn To Poetry For Solace Or Pleasure In The Way That I Throw Myself Into Prose.