The Stories We Love Best Do Live

He Read The Letter Again, But Could Not Take In Any More Meaning Than He Had Done The First Time And Was Reduced To Staring At The Handwriting Itself. She Had Made Her G's The Same Way He Did : He Searched Through The Letter For Every One Of Them, And Each Felt Like A Friendly Little Wave Glimpsed From Behind A Veil. The Letter Was An Incredible Treasure, Proof That Lily Potter Had Lived, Really Lived, That Her Warm Hand Had Once Moved Across This Parchment, Tracing Ink Into These Letters, These Words, Words About Him, Harry, Her Son.

Dementors Caused A Person To Relive The Worst Moments Of Their Life. What Would Spoiled, Pampered, Bullying Dudley Have Been Forced To Hear?

And This Is Nymphadora-" "don't Call Me Nymphadora, Remus," Said The Young Witch With A Shudder. "it's Tonks." "-nymphadora Tonks, Who Prefers To Be Known By Her Surname Only," Finished Lupin. "so Would You If Your Fool Of A Mother Had Called You 'nymphadora,' " Muttered Tonks.

Snape Was Looking As Though The First Person To Ask Him For A Love Potion Would Be Force-fed Poison.

Every Hour That Passed Added To Her Grief, Because It Bore Her Further Away From The Living Man, And Because It Was A Tiny Foretaste Of The Eternity She Would Have To Spend Without Him.