He's A Werewolf! That's Why He's Been

[about His Dress Robes...] I’m Never Wearing Them," Ron Was Saying Stubbornly. "never." "fine," Snapped Mrs. Weasley. "go Naked. And, Harry, Make Sure You Get A Picture Of Him. Goodness Knows I Could Do With A Laugh.

Voldemort’s Fury At The Fall Of His Last, Best Lieutenant Exploded With The Force Of A Bomb.

He Felt His Heart Pounding Fiercely In His Chest. How Strange That In His Dread Of Death, It Pumped All The Harder, Valiantly Keeping Him Alive. But It Would Have To Stop, And Soon. Its Beats Were Numbered. How Many Would There Be Time For, As He Rose And Walked Through The Castle For The Last Time, Out Into The Grounds And Into The Forest?

There Is No Good And Evil, There Is Only Power And Those Too Weak To Seek It.

It Unscrews The Other Way.