It's Our Choices, More Than Anything, That

Thing Was' He Faced Them, And Harry Was Astonished To See That He Was Grinning, 'they Bit Of A Bit More Than They Could Chew With Gran. Little Old Witch Living Alone, They Probably Think They Didn't Need To Send Anyone Particularly Powerful. Anyway' Neville Laughed, 'dawlish Is Still In St Mungo's And Gran Is On The Run. She Sent Me A Letter,' He Clapped A Hand To The Breast Pocket Of His Robes, 'telling Me She Was Proud Of Me, That I'm My Parents' Son, And To Keep It Up

Hallows, Not Horcruxes.

I Know What You Are Known As . . . But To Me, You Will Always Be Tom Riddle. It Is One Of The Irritating Things About Old Teachers. I Am Afraid That They Never Quite Forget Their Charges’ Youthful Beginnings.

Sometimes Ideas Just Come To Me. Other Times I Have To Sweat And Almost Bleed To Make Ideas Come. It's A Mysterious Process, But I Hope I Never Find Out Exactly How It Works.

They Heard The Click Of The Mail Slot And Flop Of Letters On The Doormat. "get The Mail, Dudley," Said Uncle Vernon From Behind His Paper. "make Harry Get It." "get The Mail, Harry." "make Dudley Get It." "poke Him With Your Smelting Stick, Dudley.