Perhaps Just One More, Master Harry, For

But As He Reached The Ground And Sprinted Towards The Dais, Lupin Grabbed Harry Around The Chest, Holding Him Back. There's Nothing You Can Do, Harry -' Get Him, Save Him, He's Only Just Gone Through!' - It's Too Late, Harry.' We Can Still Reach Him -' Harry Struggled Hard And Viciously, But Lupin Would Not Let Go... There's Nothing You Can Do, Harry...nothing...he's Gone.

Gavin Saw A Grave Purely As A Marker For The Place Where A Corpse Was Decomposing; A Nasty Thought, Yet People Took It Into Their Heads To Visit And Bring Flowers, As Though It Might Yet Recover.

Harry Is The Best Hope We Have. Trust Him.

This Group Had A Kind Of Dark Glamour Within The Castle. They Were A Motley Collection; A Mixture Of The Weak Seeking Protection, The Ambitious Seeking Some Shared Glory, And The Thuggish Gravitating Toward A Leader Who Could Show Them More Refined Forms Of Cruelty.

I Must Admit, Peter, I Have Difficulty In Understanding Why An Innocent Man Would Want To Spend Twelve Years As A Rat.