It Matters Not What Someone Is Born,

Well, You're Expelling Us Aren't You?" Said Ron. "not Today, Mr. Weasley." Snape Looked As Though Christmas Had Been Canceled.

Everything Had Shattered. The Fact That It Was All Still There — The Walls And The Chairs And The Children’s Pictures On The Walls — Meant Nothing. Every Atom Of It Had Been Blasted Apart And Reconstituted In An Instant, And Its Appearance Of Permanence And Solidity Was Laughable; It Would Dissolve At A Touch, For Everything Was Suddenly Tissue-thin And Friable.

I Think That I've Had A Very Strange Life.

Dawn Was Breaking Over The Horizon, Shell Pink And Faintly Gold.

Welcome To A New Year At Hogwarts! Before We Begin Our Banquet, I Would Like To Say A Few Words. And Here They Are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!