In Opening Them, He Discovered That He

Bangs And Smoke Were More Often The Marks Of Ineptitude Than Expertise.

At Fourteen, You Really Do Start Realising That The World Is Not A Safe And Protected Place Or Not Always.

I've Wanted To Be An Author As Long As I Can Remember. English Was Always My Favorite Subject At School, So Why I Went On To Do A Degree In French Is Anyone's Guess.

Rita Looked As Though She Would Have Liked Nothing Better Than To Seize The Paper Umbrella Sticking Out Of Hermione's Drink And Thrust It Up Her Nose.

The Realization Of What Would Happen Next Settled Gradually Over Harry In The Long Minutes, Like Softly Falling Snow. "i've Got To Go Back, Haven't I?" "that Is Up To You." "i've Got A Choice?" "oh Yes." Dumbledore Smiled At Him. "we Are In King's Cross, You Say? I Think That If You Decided Not To Go Back, You Would Be Able To…let's Say…board A Train." "and Where Would It Take Me?" "on," Said Dumbledore Simply.