I Feel 80% Of My Life Is

Imagine Losing Fingernails, Harry! That Really Puts Our Sufferings Into Perspective, Doesn't It?

I Kept Arguing That 'love Is The Most Important Force, Love Is The Most Important Force.' So I Wanted To Show Him Loving. Sometimes It's Dramatic: It Means You Lay Down Your Life. But Sometimes It Means Making Sure Someone's Trunk Is Packed And Hoping They'll Be O.k. At School.

I Like The Distinction. It Enables Me To Have More Easygoing Encounters In My Private Life.

And Harry, With The Unerring Skill Of The Seeker, Caught The Wand In His Free Hand As Voldemort Fell Backward, Arms Splayed, The Slit Pupils Of The Scarlet Eyes Rolling Upward. Tom Riddle Hit The Floor With A Mundane Finality, His Body Feeble And Shrunken, The White Hands Empty, The Snakelike Face Vacant And Unknowing. Voldemort Was Dead, Killed By His Own Rebounding Curse, And Harry Stood With Two Wands In His Hands, Staring Down At His Enemy's Shell.

Sirius Looked Slightly Disconcerted For A Moment, Then Said, "i'll Look For Him Later, I Expect I'll Find Him Upstairs Crying His Eyes Out Over My Mother's Old Bloomers Or Something... Of Course, He Might Have Crawled Into The Airing Cupboard And Died... But I Mustn't Get My Hopes Up.