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Thing Was' He Faced Them, And Harry Was Astonished To See That He Was Grinning, 'they Bit Of A Bit More Than They Could Chew With Gran. Little Old Witch Living Alone, They Probably Think They Didn't Need To Send Anyone Particularly Powerful. Anyway' Neville Laughed, 'dawlish Is Still In St Mungo's And Gran Is On The Run. She Sent Me A Letter,' He Clapped A Hand To The Breast Pocket Of His Robes, 'telling Me She Was Proud Of Me, That I'm My Parents' Son, And To Keep It Up

Lily And James Only Made You Secret-keeper Because I Suggested It,” Black Hissed, So Venomously That Pettigrew Took A Step Backward. “i Thought It Was The Perfect Plan... A Bluff... Voldemort Would Be Sure To Come After Me, Would Never Dream They’d Use A Weak, Talentless Thing Like You... It Must Have Been The Finest Moment Of Your Miserable Life, Telling Voldemort You Could Hand Him The Potters.

I Have Met Thousands Of Children Now, And Not Even One Time Has A Child Come Up To Me And Said, 'ms. Rowling, I'm So Glad I've Read These Books Because Now I Want To Be A Witch.'

Yes, Alive,” Said Fudge. “that Is — I Don’t Know — Is A Man Alive If He Can’t Be Killed? I Don’t Really Understand It, And Dumbledore Won’t Explain Properly — But Anyway, He’s Certainly Got A Body And Is Walking And Talking And Killing, So I Suppose, For The Purposes Of Our Discussion, Yes, He’s Alive.

Ginny, Listen... I Can’t Be Involved With You Anymore. We’ve Got To Stop Seeing Each Other. We Can’t Be Together.” “it’s For Some Stupid, Noble Reason, Isn’t It?