I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up

I Think That Emotionally, I've Probably Felt A Little Bit More Balanced When I Started Writing Again.

You Are The True Master Of Death, Because The True Master Does Not Seek To Run Away From Death.

I Never Meant To Call You Mudblood, It Just-" Lily: "slipped Out? It’s Too Late. I’ve Made Excuses For You For Years. None Of My Friends Can Understand Why I Even Talk To You. You And Your Precious Little Death Eater Friends ... You’ve Chosen Your Way, I’ve Chosen Mine.

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.

Hedwig Didn't Return Until The End Of The Easter Holidays. Percy's Letter Was Enclosed In A Package Of Easter Eggs That Mrs. Weasley Had Sent. Both Harry's And Ron's Were The Size Of Dragon Eggs, And Full Of Home-made Toffee. Hermione's, However, Was Smaller Than A Chicken's Egg. Her Face Fell When She Saw It. "your Mum Doesn't Read Witch's Weekly, By Any Chance, Does She, Ron?" She Asked Quietly. "yeah," Said Ron, Whose Mouth Was Full Of Toffee. "gets It For The Recipes." Hermione Looked Sadly At Her Tiny Egg.