Without Cunning, There Is No Innovation. Without

Harry, I've Left A Letter Telling Your Aunt And Uncle Not To Worry--" "they Won't," Said Harry. "that You're Safe--" "that'll Just Depress Them." "--and You'll See Them Next Summer." "do I Have To?

Here Lies Dobby, A Free Elf.

Oh, These People's Minds Work In Strange Ways, Petunia, They're Not Like You And Me," Said Uncle Vernon, Trying To Knock In A Nail With The Piece Of Fruitcake Aunt Petunia Had Just Brought Him.

Death Comes For Us All In The End.

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?