Lord Voldermort Has Risen Again.

I Was Hoping That Neville Would Assist Me With The First Stage Of The Operation,” He Said, “and I Am Sure He Will Perform It Admirably.

Play To Your Strengths." "i Haven’t Got Any," Said Harry, Before He Could Stop Himself. "excuse Me," Growled Moody, "you’ve Got Strengths If I Say You’ve Got Them. Think Now. What Are You Best At?

Karkaroff Intends To Flee If The Mark Burns." "does He?" Said Dumbledore Softly, As Fleur Delacour And Roger Davies Came Giggling In From The Grounds. "and Are You Tempted To Join Him?" "no," Said Snape, His Black Eyes On Fleur's And Roger's Retreating Figures. "i Am Not Such A Coward." "no," Agreed Dumbledore. You Are A Braver Man By Far Than Igot Karkaroff. You Know, I Sometimes Think We Sort Too Soon..." He Walked Away, Leaving Snape Looking Stricken.

We Must Try Not To Sink Beneath Our Anguish, Harry, But Battle On.

Jealous?...of What? I Don't Want A Foul Scar Right Across My Head, Thanks. I Don't Think Getting Your Head Cut Open Makes You That Special, Myself.