Harry, You Wonderful Boy, You Brave, Brave

In Many, Many Ways... Hufflepuff Is My Favorite House.

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By The Time She Had Interpreted Harry's Dreams At The Top Of Her Voice (all Of Which, Even The Ones That Involved Eating Porridge, Apparently Foretold A Gruesome And Early Death), He Was Feeling Much Less Sympathetic Toward Her.

I Will If You Go Out With Me, Evans

Hello, Harry" Said George, Beaming At Him. "we Thought We Heard Your Dulcet Tones." "you Don't Want To Bottle Up Your Anger Like That, Harry, Let It All Out," Said Fred, Also Beaming. "there Might Be A Couple Of People Fifty Miles Away Who Didn't Hear You.