Harry, You Wonderful Boy, You Brave, Brave

There's A Time And A Place For Getting A Smart Mouth.

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

You Said To Us Once Before," Said Hermione Quietly, "that There Was Time To Turn Back If We Wanted To. We've Had Time, Haven't We?

You Thought I Would Not Weesh To Marry Him? Or Per'aps You Hoped?" Said Fleur, Her Nostrils Flaring. "what Do I Care How He Looks? I Am Good-looking Enough For Both Of Us, I Theenk! All These Scars Show Is Zat My Husband Is Brave! And I Shall Do Zat!" She Added Fiercely, Pushing Mrs. Weasley Aside And Snatching The Ointment From Her.

Sometimes Ideas Just Come To Me. Other Times I Have To Sweat And Almost Bleed To Make Ideas Come. It's A Mysterious Process, But I Hope I Never Find Out Exactly How It Works.