One More Lesson Like That And I

Don't Call Me Nymphadora, Remus.

One Of My Regrets Would Be That I Will Never Again Have The Pleasure Of Sneaking Into A Cafe, Any Cafe I Like, Sitting Down And Diving Into My World And No One Knowing What I Am Doing And No One Bothering About Me And Being Totally Anonymous, That Was Fantastic

I Have Been Careless, And So Have Been Thwarted By Luck And Chance, Those Wreckers Of All But The Best Laid Plans.

So Light A Fire!" Harry Choked. "yes...of Course...but There's No Wood!" ... "have You Gone Mad!" Ron Bellowed. "are You A Witch Or Not!

The Realization Of What Would Happen Next Settled Gradually Over Harry In The Long Minutes, Like Softly Falling Snow. "i've Got To Go Back, Haven't I?" "that Is Up To You." "i've Got A Choice?" "oh Yes." Dumbledore Smiled At Him. "we Are In King's Cross, You Say? I Think That If You Decided Not To Go Back, You Would Be Able To…let's Say…board A Train." "and Where Would It Take Me?" "on," Said Dumbledore Simply.