Some Of Her Self-hatred Had Oozed Out

Ron's Indignation On His Behalf Was Worth About A Hundred Points To Him.

Everything Was Curved To Fit The Walls: The Stove, The Sink And The Cupboards, And All Of It Had Been Painted With Flowers, Insects And Birds In Bright Primary Colours.

'it Was Stupid, Thinking It Was Him, I Mean, I Knew He Was Dead' Harry Muttered. 'you Think The Dead We Loved Ever Truly Leave Us? You Think That We Don't Recall Them More Clearly Than Ever In Times Of Great Trouble? Your Father Is Alive In You, Harry, And Shows Himself Most Plainly When You Have Need Of Him....you Know, Harry, In A Way You Did See Your Father Last Night....you Found Him Inside Yourself.'

Dumbledore Lowered His Hands And Surveyed Harry Through His Half-moon Glasses. 'it Is Time,’ He Said, ‘for Me To Tell You What I Should Have Told You Five Years Ago, Harry. Please Sit Down. I Am Going To Tell You Everything.

Neville Will Play Quidditch For England Before Hagrid Lets Dumbledore Down.