Once Again I Must Ask Too Much

A Tiny Little Wooden Man [was] Slowly Ascending The Steps To A Real Set Of Gallows, Both Perched On A Box That Read: Reusable Hangman — Spell It Or He’ll Swing!

Anyone Can Speak Troll. All You Have To Do Is Point And Grunt.

He Did Not Know Or Care Whether They Were Wizards Or Muggles, Friends Or Foes; All He Cared About Was That A Dark Stain Was Spreading Across Dobby's Front, And That He Had Stretched Out His Thin Arms To Harry With A Look Of Supplication. Harry Caught Him And Laid Him Sideways On The Cool Grass. "dobby, No, Don't Die, Don't Die -" The Elf's Eyes Found Him, And His Lips Trembled With The Effort To Form Words. "harry...potter..." And Then With A Little Shudder The Elf Became Quite Still, And His Eyes Were Nothing More Than Great Glassy Orbs, Sprinkled With Light From The Stars They Could Not See.

Have To? Of Course You Have To! But Only Because Of You, Harry, Won't Rest Until Voldemort Is Finished! Think Now, For Once, If You Have Never Heard Of The Prophecy! What Would You Do?

Our Headmaster Is Taking A Short Break," Said Professor Mcgonagall, Pointing At The Snape-shaped Hole In The Window.