Be Good Now, Potty...weasel King.

The Silence Was Unbearable To Him. If The Pictures Could Have Reflected The Feelings Inside Him, They Would Have Been Screaming In Pain.

I Don't Need A Cloak To Become Invisible.

Poverty Entails Fear And Stress And Sometimes Depression. It Means A Thousand Petty Humiliations And Hardships.

Don't Call Me Nymphadora, Remus.

Shut Your Mouth! You Dare Speak His Name With Your Unworthy Lips, You Dare Besmirch It With Your Half-blood's Tongue, You Dare —