We’re All Going To Keep Fighting, Harry.

Sure You Can Manage That Broom, Potter?" Said A Cold, Drawling Voice. Draco Malfoy Had Arrived For A Closer Look, Crabbe And Goyle Right Behind Him. "yeah, Reckon So," Said Harry Casually. "got Plenty Of Special Features, Hasn't It?" Said Malfoy, Eyes Glittering Maliciously. "shame It Doesn't Come With A Parachute - In Case You Get Too Near A Dementor." Crabbe And Goyle Sniggered. "pity You Can't Attach An Extra Arm To Yours, Malfoy," Said Harry. "then It Could Catch The Snitch For You.

Potter! There Are Hundreds Of People Thundering Through My Pub!

Destiny Is A Name Often Given In Retrospect To Choices That Had Dramatic Consequences.

Hang On. This Lord Voldything's Back You Say?... And Now He's Sending Dismembers After You?... I See. Well That Settles It, You Can Get Out Of This House Boy!

Someone Creeping Into His Yard In The Dead Of Night? More Likely There's A Very Shell-shocked Cat Wandering Somewhere, Covered In Potato Peelings.