You’d Think A Bit Of Kissing Would

Muggles Have Garden Gnomes, Too, You Know," Harry Told Ron As They Crossed The Lawn. "yeah, I've Seen Those Things They Think Are Gnomes," Said Ron, Bent Double With His Head In A Peony Bush, "like Fat Little Santa Clauses With Fishing Rods.

Oh, Don’t Lie, Harry,” She Said Impatiently. “ron And Ginny Say You’ve Been Hiding From Everyone Since You Got Back From St. Mungo’s.” “they Do, Do They?” Said Harry, Glaring At Ron And Ginny. Ron Looked Down At His Feet But Ginny Seemed Quite Unabashed. “well, You Have!” She Said. “and You Won’t Look At Any Of Us!” “it’s You Lot Who Won’t Look At Me!” Said Harry Angrily. “maybe You’re Taking It In Turns To Look And Keep Missing Each Other,” Suggested Hermione, The Corners Of Her Mouth Twitching.

I Cared More About Your Happiness Than Your Knowing The Truth, More For Your Peace Of Mind Than My Plan, More For Your Life Than The Lives That Might Be Lost If The Plan Failed. In Other Words I Acted Exactly As Voldemort Expects We Fools Who Love To Act.

Nothing More Or Less Than The Deepest, Most Desperate Desire Of Our Hearts.

Without Cunning, There Is No Innovation. Without Ambition, There Is No Accomplishment.