Oh, Shut Up Weatherby.

Dementors Are Among The Foulest Creatures That Walk This Earth. They Infest The Darkest, Filthiest Places, They Glory In Decay And Despair, They Drain Peace, Hope, And Happiness Out Of The Air Around Them. Even Muggles Feel Their Presence, Though They Can’t See Them. Get Too Near A Dementor And Every Good Feeling, Every Happy Memory Will Be Sucked Out Of You. If It Can, The Dementor Will Feed On You Long Enough To Reduce You To Something Like Itself — Soul-less And Evil. You’ll Be Left With Nothing But The Worst Experiences Of Your Life.

I Imagined Being A Famous Writer Would Be Like Being Like Jane Austen.

Sirius — It’s Me . . . It’s Peter . . . Your Friend . . . You Wouldn’t . . .” Black Kicked Out And Pettigrew Recoiled. “there’s Enough Filth On My Robes Without You Touching Them,” Said Black.

Listeners, That Brings Us To The End Of Another Potterwatch. We Don’t Know When It Will Be Possible To Broadcast Again, But You Can Be Sure We Shall Be Back. Keep Twiddling Those Dials: The Next Password Will Be ‘mad-eye.’ Keep Each Other Safe. Keep Faith. Good Night.

Harry, Despite Your Privileged Insight Into Voldemort’s World (which, Incidentally, Is A Gift Any Death Eater Would Kill To Have), You Have Never Been Seduced By The Dark Arts, Never, Even For A Second, Shown The Slightest Desire To Become One Of Voldemort’s Followers!” “of Course I Haven’t!” Said Harry Indignantly. “he Killed My Mum And Dad!” “you Are Protected, In Short, By Your Ability To Love!” Said Dumbledore Loudly.