The Wand Chooses The Wizard.

No Man Or Woman Alive, Magical Or Not, Has Ever Escaped Some Form Of Injury, Whether Physical, Mental, Or Emotional. To Hurt Is As Human As To Breathe.

I Speak Now, Harry Potter, Directly To You. You Have Permitted Your Friends To Die For You Rather Than Face Me Yourself. I Shall Wait For One Hour In The Forbidden Forest. If, At The End Of That Hour, You Have Not Come To Me, Have Not Given Yourself Up, Then Battle Recommences. This Time, I Shall Enter The Fray Myself, Harry Potter, And I Shall Find You, And I Shall Punish Every Last Man, Woman, And Child Who Has Tried To Conceal You From Me. One Hour.

He Never Seemed To Grasp The Immense Mutability Of Human Nature, Nor To Appreciate That Behind Every Nondescript Face Lay A Wild And Unique Hinterland Like His Own.

You'd Think I Walk Around With My Eyes Shut, Banging Off The Walls.

Parvati Positively Beamed. Harry Could Tell That She Was Feeling Guilty For Having Laughed At Hermione In Transfiguration. He Looked Around And Saw That Hermione Was Beaming Back, If Possible Even More Brightly. Girls Were Very Strange Sometimes.