I Think It’s The Books That You

Oh You Is A Bad Elf, Dobby!

I Am Sorry Too," Said Lupin. "sorry I Will Never Know [my Son]... But He Will Know Why I Died And I Hope He Will Understand I Was Trying To Make A World In Which He Could Live A Happier Life.

Did You Like Question Ten, Moony?" Asked Sirius As They Emerged Into The Entrance Hall. "loved It," Said Lupin Briskly. "give Five Signs That Identify The Werewolf. Excellent Question." "d'you Think You Managed To Get All The Signs?" Said James In Tones Of Mock Concern. "think I Did," Said Lupin Seriously, As They Joined The Crowd Thronging Around The Front Doors Eager To Get Out Into The Sunlit Grounds. "one: He's Sitting On My Chair. Two: He's Wearing My Clothes. Three: His Name's Remus Lupin.

What Will Come, Will Come; You Just Have To Be There To Meet It.

From This Point Forth, We Shall Be Leaving The Firm Foundation Of Fact And Journeying Together Through The Murky Marshes Of Memory Into Thickets Of Wildest Guesswork.