It Was His Own Grief Turned Magically

Talent And Intelligence Never Yet Inoculated Anyone Against The Caprice Of The Fates.

Yeah, We’ll Call You,” Muttered Ron As The Knight Disappeared, “if We Ever Need Someone Mental.

You Said To Us Once Before," Said Hermione Quietly, "that There Was Time To Turn Back If We Wanted To. We've Had Time, Haven't We?

Sword? Haven't Got A Sword. That Boy Has, Though. He'll Lend You One.

For Future Reference, Harry, It Is Raspberry...although Of Course, If I Were A Death Eater, I Would Have Been Sure To Research My Own Jam Preferences Before Impersonating Myself.