You Think The Dead We Loved Ever

Snape Is Vindictive, He's Cruel. He's Not A Big Man. But He Loves. I Like Him, But I'd Also Like To Slap Him Hard.

Professor Kettleburn, Our Care Of Magical Creatures Teacher, Retired At The End Of Last Year In Order To Enjoy More Time With His Remaining Limbs.

Harry Looked Around; There Was Ginny Running Toward Him; She Had A Hard Blazing Look In Her Face As She Threw Her Arms Around Him. And Without Thinking, Without Planning It, Without Worrying About The Fact That Fifty People Were Watching, Harry Kissed Her. After Several Long Moments, Or It Might Have Been Half An Hour-or Possibly Several Sunlit Days- They Broke Apart.

Imperfect Understanding Is Often More Dangerous Than Ignorance.

Your Aunt And Uncle Will Be Proud, Though, Won't They?" Said Hermione As They Got Off The Train And Joined The Crowd Thronging Toward The Enchanted Barrier. "when They Hear What You Did This Year?" "proud?" Said Harry. "are You Crazy? All Those Times I Could've Died, And I Didn't Manage It? They'll Be Furious.