I'm Not A Billionaire, What A Tragedy.

I Would Assume That You Were Going To Offer Me Refreshment, But The Evidence So Far Suggests That That Would Be Optimistic To The Point Of Foolishness.

I Sat And Thought For Four (delayed Train) Hours, And All The Details Bubbled Up In My Brain, And This Scrawny, Black-haired, Bespectacled Boy Who Didn't Know He Was A Wizard Became More And More Real To Me.

Lily And James Only Made You Secret-keeper Because I Suggested It,” Black Hissed, So Venomously That Pettigrew Took A Step Backward. “i Thought It Was The Perfect Plan... A Bluff... Voldemort Would Be Sure To Come After Me, Would Never Dream They’d Use A Weak, Talentless Thing Like You... It Must Have Been The Finest Moment Of Your Miserable Life, Telling Voldemort You Could Hand Him The Potters.

Harry Is The Best Hope We Have. Trust Him.

And Then He Greeted Death As An Old Friend, And Went With Him Gladly, And, Equals, They Departed This Life.