It Was As Though They Had Been

Mr. And Mrs. Dursley, Of Number Four Privet Drive, Were Proud To Say That They Were Perfectly Normal, Thank You Very Much.

Well?" Ron Said Finally, Looking Up At Harry. "how Was It?" Harry Considered It For A Moment. "wet," He Said Truthfully. Ron Made A Noise That Might Have Indicated Jubilation Or Disgust, It Was Hard To Tell. "because She Was Crying," Harry Continued Heavily. "oh," Said Ron, His Smile Faded Slightly. "are You That Bad At Kissing?" "dunno," Said Harry, Who Hadn't Considered This, And Immediately Felt Rather Worried. "maybe I Am.

In Magic, Man Has To Rely On Himself. So, In Religion, Of Course, You're Looking For Outside Support But That's The Appeal Of Magic.

He Didn’t Know What He Was Going To — But It Had To Be Better Than What He Was Leaving Behind.

We All Know That The People We Love Are Mortal, We All Know We’re Mortal, We Know It’s Going To End; You Cannot Prepare Yourself For It.