You Think The Dead We Loved Ever

Hagrid Howled Still More Loudly. Harry And Hermione Looked At Ron To Help Them. 'er-shall I Make A Cup Of Tea?' Said Ron. Harry Stared At Him. 'it's What My Mum Does Whenever Someone's Upset,' Ron Muttered, Shrugging.

Harry, Just Go Down To The Lake Tomorrow, Right, Stick Your Head In, Yell At The Merpeople To Give Back Whatever They’ve Nicked, And See If They Chuck It Out. Best You Can Do, Mate.

There Is An Expiry Date On Blaming Your Parents For Steering You In The Wrong Direction; The Moment You Are Old Enough To Take The Wheel, Responsibility Lies With You.

He Might Have Crawled Up Into The Airing Cupboard And Died, But I Mustn't Get My Hopes Up.

Gavin Saw A Grave Purely As A Marker For The Place Where A Corpse Was Decomposing; A Nasty Thought, Yet People Took It Into Their Heads To Visit And Bring Flowers, As Though It Might Yet Recover.