Whoops - My Wand Is A Little

Play To Your Strengths." "i Haven’t Got Any," Said Harry, Before He Could Stop Himself. "excuse Me," Growled Moody, "you’ve Got Strengths If I Say You’ve Got Them. Think Now. What Are You Best At?

It's Going To Be All Right, Sir," Harry Said Over And Over Again, More Worried By Dumbledore's Silence Than He Had Been By His Weakened Voice. "we're Nearly There ... I Can Apparate Us Both Back ... Don't Worry ..." "i Am Not Worried, Harry," Said Dumbledore, His Voice A Little Stronger Despite The Freezing Water. "i Am With You.

And It’s Johnson, Johnson With The Quaffle, What A Player That Girl Is, I’ve Been Saying It For Years But She Still Won’t Go Out With Me —” “jordan!” Yelled Professor Mcgonagall. “just A Fun Fact, Professor, Adds A Bit Of Interest —

Slowly, Very Slowly, He Sat Up, And As He Did So He Felt More Alive, And More Aware Of His Own Living Body Than Ever Before. Why Had He Never Appreciated What A Miracle He Was, Brain And Nerve And Bounding Heart? It Would All Be Gone...or At Least, He Would Be Gone From It. His Breath Came Slow And Deep, And His Mouth And Throat Were Completely Dry, But So Were His Eyes.

Silence Fell Between The Four Of Them As They Looked Up At The Sky. There Was No Sign Of Movement, The Stars Stared Back, Unblinking, Indifferent, Unobscured By Flying Friends. Where Was Ron? Where Were Fred And Mr Weasley? Where Were Bill, Fleur, Tonks, Mad Eye, Mundungus?