You're A Wizard, Harry.

Aunt Petunia Burst Into Tears. Hestia Jones Gave Her An Approving Look That Changed To Outrage As Aunt Petunia Ran Forward And Embraced Dudley Rather Than Harry. 's-so Sweet, Dudders...' She Sobbed Into His Massive Chest. 's-such A Lovely B-boy...s-saying Thank You...' 'but He Hadn't Said Thank You At All!' Said Hestia Indignantly. 'he Only Said He Didn't Think Harry Was A Waste Of Space!' 'yeah, But Coming From Dudley That's Like "i Love You.

But If It Matters To You, You'll Be Able To Choose Gryffindor Over Slytherin. The Sorting Hat Takes Your Choice Into Account." "really?" "it Did For Me," Said Harry. He Had Never Told Any Of His Children That Before, And He Saw The Wonder In Albus's Face When He Said It.

Why Were You Lurking Under Our Window?" "yes - Yes, Good Point, Petunia! What Were You Doing Under Our Windows, Boy?" "listening To The News," Said Harry In A Resigned Voice. His Aunt And Uncle Exchanged Looks Of Outrage. "listening To The News! Again?" "well, It Changes Every Day, You See," Said Harry.

I'm Not Putting Them On,” Said Old Archie In Indignation. “i Like A Healthy Breeze 'round My Privates, Thanks.

It Is Not About Striving For Immortality, But About Accepting Mortality.