If I Wasn't A Writer, I Would

I Am Not Paying For Some Crackpot Old Fool To Teach Him Magic Tricks!" Yelled Uncle Vernon. Hagrid Seized His Pink Umbrella And Whirled It Over His Head "never -" He Thundered "- Insult -albus -dumbledore - In - Front - Of - Me!

What Will Come, Will Come; You Just Have To Be There To Meet It.

Harry, This Is No Time To Be A Gentleman!" Wood Roared As Harry Swerved To Avoid Collision. "knock Her Off Her Broom If You Have To!

I Never Meant To Call You Mudblood, It Just-" Lily: "slipped Out? It’s Too Late. I’ve Made Excuses For You For Years. None Of My Friends Can Understand Why I Even Talk To You. You And Your Precious Little Death Eater Friends ... You’ve Chosen Your Way, I’ve Chosen Mine.

Somewhere Out In The Darkness, A Phoenix Was Singing In A Way Harry Had Never Heard Before: A Stricken Lament Of Terrible Beauty. And Harry Felt, As He Had Felt About Phoenix Song Before, That The Music Was Inside Him, Not Without: It Was His Own Grief Turned Magically To Song.