If There Is One Thing Voldemort Cannot

Why Was She Always So Craven, So Apologetic? He Had Always Seen Ruth As Separate, Good And Untainted. As A Child, His Parents Had Appeared To Him As Starkly Black And White, The One Bad And Frightening, The Other Good And Kind. Yet As He Had Grown Older, He Kept Coming Up Hard In His Mind Against Ruth's Willing Blindness, To Her Constant Apologia For His Father, To The Unshakeable Allegiance To Her False Idol.

And They'd [the Death Eaters] Love To Have Me," Said Harry Sarcastically. "we'd Be Best Pals If They Didn't Keep Trying To Do Me In.

It Was As Though They Had Been Plunged Into A Fabulous Dream. This, Thought Harry, Was Surely The Only Way To Travel - Past Swirls And Turrets Of Snowy Cloud, In A Car Full Of Hot, Bright Sunlight, With A Fat Pack Of Toffees In The Glove Compartment.

For Future Reference, Harry, It Is Raspberry...although Of Course, If I Were A Death Eater, I Would Have Been Sure To Research My Own Jam Preferences Before Impersonating Myself.

You Haven't Got A Letter On Yours," George Observed. "i Suppose She Thinks You Don't Forget Your Name. But We're Not Stupid-we Know We're Called Gred And Forge.