Harry Is The Best Hope We Have.

And So Rock Bottom Became The Solid Foundation On Which I Rebuilt My Life.

There Is An Expiry Date On Blaming Your Parents For Steering You In The Wrong Direction; The Moment You Are Old Enough To Take The Wheel, Responsibility Lies With You.

Who Was This Women?' Asked Harry. 'i Dunno, Some Ministry Hag.' Mundungus Considered For A Moment, Brow Wrinkled. 'little Women. Bow On Top Of Er' Head.' He Frowned And Then Added, 'looked Like A Toad.' Harry Dropped His Wand. Harry Looked Up And Saw His Own Shock Reflected In Ron And Hermione's Faces. The Scars On The Back Of Right Hand Seemed To Be Tingling Again.

On Harry Dug, Deeper And Deeper Into The Hard, Cold Earth, Subsuming His Grief In Sweat, Denying The Pain In His Scar.

She Picked Up The Book And Then Walked Back Past Him Into The Tent, But As She Did So, She Brushed The Top Of His Head Lightly With Her Hand. He Closed His Eyes At Her Touch, And Hated Himself For Wishing That What She Said Was True: That Dumbledore Had Really Cared.