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Maybe A Man In A Million Could Unite The Hallows, Harry. I Was Fit Only To Possess The Meanest Of Them, The Least Extraordinary. I Was Fit To Own The Elder Wand, And Not To Boast Of It, And Not To Kill With It. I Was Permitted To Tame And To Use It, Because I Took It, Not For Gain, But To Save Others From It.

Nasty Temper He's Got, That Sirius Black.

I Don't Care!" Harry Yelled At Them, Snatching Up A Lunascope And Throwing It Into The Fireplace. "i've Had Enough, I've Seen Enough, I Want Out, I Want It To End, I Don't Care Anymore!

Never Trust Anything That Can Think For Itself If You Can't See Where It Keeps Its Brain.

The Truth Is Always Easier Than A Lie Or An Evasion - Easier To Deal With And Easier To Live With.