Oh You Is A Bad Elf, Dobby!

We Slytherins Are Brave, Yes, But Not Stupid. For Instance, Given The Choice, We Will Always Choose To Save Our Own Necks.

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

Gosh, What A Gripping Story. You Must Have Been Simply Terrified. Meanwhile We Went To Godric's Hollow And, Let's Think, What Happened There, Harry? Oh Yes, You-know-who's Snake Turned Up, It Nearly Killed Both Of Us, And Then You-know-who Himself Arrived And Missed Us By About A Second. Imagine Losing Fingernails, Harry! That Really Puts Our Sufferings Into Perspective, Doesn't It?

When The Dark Lord Takes Over, Is He Going To Care How Many O.w.l.s Or N.e.w.t.s Anyone’s Got? Of Course He Isn’t. . . . It’ll Be All About The Kind Of Service He Received, The Level Of Devotion He Was Shown.

I Always Have A Basic Plot Outline, But I Like To Leave Some Things To Be Decided While I Write.