There Is No Good And Evil, There

What’s Comin’ Will Come, An’ We’ll Meet It When It Does.

And Harry, With The Unerring Skill Of The Seeker, Caught The Wand In His Free Hand As Voldemort Fell Backward, Arms Splayed, The Slit Pupils Of The Scarlet Eyes Rolling Upward. Tom Riddle Hit The Floor With A Mundane Finality, His Body Feeble And Shrunken, The White Hands Empty, The Snakelike Face Vacant And Unknowing. Voldemort Was Dead, Killed By His Own Rebounding Curse, And Harry Stood With Two Wands In His Hands, Staring Down At His Enemy's Shell.

And That Boys," Yelled Mr. Weasley Over The Tumult Of The Crowd Below,"is Why You Should Never Go For Looks Alone!

As For The Fact That Malfoy, Crabbe, And Goyle Apeared To Be Going Their Different Ways When They Were Usually Inseparable, These Things Happened As People Got Older--ron And Hermione, Harry Reflected Sadly, Were Living Proof.

Don’ You Worry, Harry. You’ll Learn Fast Enough. Everyone Starts At The Beginning At Hogwarts, You’ll Be Just Fine. Just Be Yerself. I Know It’s Hard. Yeh’ve Been Singled Out, An’ That’s Always Hard. But Yeh’ll Have A Great Time At Hogwarts — I Did — Still Do, ’smatter Of Fact.