Only The Difference Between Truth And Lies,

The Mind Is Not A Book, To Be Opened At Will And Examined At Leisure. Thoughts Are Not Etched On The Inside Of Skulls, To Be Perused By An Invader. The Mind Is A Complex And Many-layered Thing.

Hermione Turned And Beamed At Harry; Her Eyes, Too, Were Full Of Tears. ‘…then I Declare You Bonded For Life.

We've All Got Both Light And Dark Inside Us. What Matters Is The Part We Choose To Act On. That's Who We Really Are.

He Might Have Been Encased In A Thick Glass Bubble, So Separate Did He Feel From His Three Dining Companions. It Was A Sensation With Which He Was Only Too Familiar, That Of Walking In A Giant Sphere Of Worry, Enclosed By It, Watching His Own Terrors Roll By, Obscuring The Outside World.

Remus Lupin Was Supposed To Be On The H.i.v. Metaphor. It Was Someone Who Had Been Infected Young, Who Suffered Stigma, Who Had A Fear Of Infecting Others, Who Was Terrified He Would Pass On His Condition To His Son. And It Was A Way Of Examining Prejudice, Unwarranted Prejudice Towards A Group Of People. And Also, Examining Why People Might Become Embittered When They're Treated That Unfairly.