If There Is One Thing Voldemort Cannot

Harry Looked Down And Saw Deep Green Mountains And Lakes, Coppery In The Sunset.

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.

Aaah ... When Two Neptunes Appear In The Sky It Is A Sure Sign That A Midget In Glasses Is Being Born, Harry.

Harry Was Left To Ponder In Silence The Depths To Which Girls Would Sink To Get Revenge.

As Is A Tale, So Is Life: Not How Long It Is, But How Good It Is, Is What Matters. I Wish You All Very Good Lives.