The Spells Are Made Up. I Have

But Snape Always Seemed To Hate Me So Much.

At That Moment, Harry Fully Understood For The First Time Why People Said Dumbledore Was The Only Wizard Voldemort Had Ever Feared. The Look Upon Dumbledore's Face As He Stared Down At The Unconscious Form Of Mad-eye Moody Was More Terrible Than Harry Could Have Ever Imagined. There Was No Benign Smile Upon Dumbledore's Face, No Twinkle In The Eyes Behind The Spectacles. There Was Cold Fury In Every Line Of The Ancient Face; A Sense Of Power Radiated From Dumbledore As Though He Were Giving Off Burning Heat.

Hermione: You! You Foul, Loathsome, Evil Little Cocroach! Ron: Hermione, No! He's No Worth It.

Every Now And Then I Read A Poem That Does Touch Something In Me, But I Never Turn To Poetry For Solace Or Pleasure In The Way That I Throw Myself Into Prose.

What You Fear Most Of All Is - Fear. Very Wise.