You Know, I Sometimes Think We Sort

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?

Harry Ran Upstairs To Their Dark Dormitory. He Pulled Out The Cloak And Then His Eyes Fell On The Flute Hagrid Had Given Him For Christmas. He Pocketed It To Use On Fluffy — He Didn’t Feel Much Like Singing.

I Imagined Being A Famous Writer Would Be Like Being Like Jane Austen.

Everything That Fails Brings You Closer To What Works.

So Dobby Stopped Us From Getting On The Train And Broke Your Arm. . . ." He Shook His Head. "you Know What, Harry? If He Doesn't Stop Trying To Save Your Life He's Going To Kill You.