I Think It's Difficult To Be Honest

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.

It Was His Own Grief Turned Magically To Song.

Twitchy Little Ferret, Aren't You, Malfoy?

I Have Gone Temporarily Deaf And Haven't Any Idea What You Said, Harry.

Dumbledore Would Have Been Happier Than Anybody To Think That There Was A Little More Love In The World.