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I Know What You Are Known As . . . But To Me, You Will Always Be Tom Riddle. It Is One Of The Irritating Things About Old Teachers. I Am Afraid That They Never Quite Forget Their Charges’ Youthful Beginnings.

His Hand Closed Automatically Around The Fake Horcrux But In Spite Of Everything, In Spite Of The Dark And Twisting Path He Saw Stretching Ahead For Himself, In Spite Of The Final Meeting With Voldemort He Knew Must Come Whether In A Month In A Year Or In Ten, He Felt His Heart Lift At The Thought That There Was Still One Last Golden Day Of Peace Left To Enjoy With Ron And Hermione.

I'm Interested In That Drive, That Rush To Judgment, That Is So Prevalent In Our Society.we All Know That Pleasurable Rush That Comes From Condemning, And In The Short Term It's Quite A Satisfying Thing To Do, Isn't It?

Aunt Petunia Burst Into Tears. Hestia Jones Gave Her An Approving Look That Changed To Outrage As Aunt Petunia Ran Forward And Embraced Dudley Rather Than Harry. 's-so Sweet, Dudders...' She Sobbed Into His Massive Chest. 's-such A Lovely B-boy...s-saying Thank You...' 'but He Hadn't Said Thank You At All!' Said Hestia Indignantly. 'he Only Said He Didn't Think Harry Was A Waste Of Space!' 'yeah, But Coming From Dudley That's Like "i Love You.

Fame Is A Fickle Friend, Harry. Celebrity Is As Celebrity Does. Remember That.