But She's Ditched Dean!

Every Second He Breathed, The Smell Of The Grass, The Cool Air On His Face, Was So Precious: To Think That People Had Years And Years, Time To Waste, So Much Time It Dragged, And He Was Clinging To Each Second.

I Loved Writing Dumbledore And He Is The Epitome Of Goodness.

Sure You Can Manage That Broom, Potter?" Said A Cold, Drawling Voice. Draco Malfoy Had Arrived For A Closer Look, Crabbe And Goyle Right Behind Him. "yeah, Reckon So," Said Harry Casually. "got Plenty Of Special Features, Hasn't It?" Said Malfoy, Eyes Glittering Maliciously. "shame It Doesn't Come With A Parachute - In Case You Get Too Near A Dementor." Crabbe And Goyle Sniggered. "pity You Can't Attach An Extra Arm To Yours, Malfoy," Said Harry. "then It Could Catch The Snitch For You.

Hello, Harry!” She Said. “er — My Name’s Barny,” Said Harry, Flummoxed. “oh, Have You Changed That Too?” She Asked Brightly. “how Did You Know — ?” “oh, Just Your Expression,” She Said. Like Her Father, Luna Was Wearing Bright Yellow Robes, Which She Had Accessorized With A Large Sunflower In Her Hair. Once You Got Over The Brightness Of It All, The General Effect Was Quite Pleasant. At Least There Were No Radishes Dangling From Her Ears.

Deliberately Causing Mayhem In Snape's Potions Class Was About As Safe As Poking A Sleeping Dragon In The Eye.