I Knew Ginny Was Lying About That

Christmas Was Coming. One Morning In Mid-december, Hogwarts Woke To Find Itself Covered In Several Feet Of Snow. The Lake Froze Solid And The Weasley Twins Were Punished For Bewitching Several Snowballs So That They Followed Quirrell Around, Bouncing Off The Back Of His Turban.

Yet, Sadly, Accidental Rudeness Occurs Alarmingly Often. Best To Say Nothing At All, My Dear Man.

But Some Part Of Him Realized, Even As He Fought To Break Free From Lupin, That Sirius Had Never Kept Him Waiting Before. . . . Sirius Had Risked Everything, Always, To See Harry, To Help Him. . . . If Sirius Was Not Reappearing Out Of That Archway When Harry Was Yelling For Him As Though His Life Depended On It, The Only Possible Explanation Was That He Could Not Come Back. . . . That He Really Was . . .

And I Must Draft An Advertisement For The Daily Prophet, Too,' He Added Thoughtfully. 'we'll Be Needing A New Defense Against The Dark Arts Teacher.... Dear Me, We Do Seem To Run Through Them, Don't We?

Merlin's Pants!" Shrieked Hermione, Jumping Up And Running From The Room. "merlin's Pants?" Repeated Ron, Looking Amused. "she Must Be Really Upset.