Nasty Temper He's Got, That Sirius Black.

Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare . . . What Did Professor Sprout Say? — It Likes The Dark And The Damp —” “so Light A Fire!” Harry Choked. “yes — Of Course — But There’s No Wood!” Hermoine Cried, Wringing Her Hands. “have You Gone Mad?” Ron Bellowed. “are You A Witch Or Not?

Don't Let The Muggles Get You Down.

It Was Not, After All, So Easy To Die.

Get Off Me,” Harry Spat, Throwing Pettigrew’s Hands Off Him In Disgust. “i’m Not Doing This For You. I’m Doing It Because — I Don’t Reckon My Dad Would’ve Wanted Them To Become Killers — Just For You.

Ministry Of Magic (m.o.m) Classification. Xxxxx Known Wizard Killer / Impossible To Train Or Domesticate / Or Anything Hagrid Likes