Perhaps Just One More, Master Harry, For

You Care So Much You Feel As Though You Will Bleed To Death With The Pain Of It.

He Felt His Heart Pounding Fiercely In His Chest. How Strange That In His Dread Of Death, It Pumped All The Harder, Valiantly Keeping Him Alive. But It Would Have To Stop, And Soon. Its Beats Were Numbered. How Many Would There Be Time For, As He Rose And Walked Through The Castle For The Last Time, Out Into The Grounds And Into The Forest?

Which Came First, The Phoenix Or The Flame?

Whatever Happens To Your Body, Your Soul Will Survive, Untouched.

Stop, Stop, Stop, You're Going To Poke Someone's Eye Out!