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You Can Have A Very Intense Relationship With Fictional Characters Because They Are In Your Own Head.

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.

Dumbledore Lowered His Hands And Surveyed Harry Through His Half-moon Glasses. 'it Is Time,’ He Said, ‘for Me To Tell You What I Should Have Told You Five Years Ago, Harry. Please Sit Down. I Am Going To Tell You Everything.

Draco Malfoy Is A Bad Boy!" Squeaked Dobby Angrily.

The Opportunity Was Too Perfect To Miss. Harry Crept Silently Around Behind Malfoy, Crabbe, And Goyle, Bent Down, And Scooped A Large Handful Of Mud Out Of The Path. 'we Were Just Talking About Your Friend Hagrid,' Malfoy Said To Ron. 'just Trying To Imagine What He's Saying To The Committee For The Disposal Of Dangerous Creatures. D'you Think He'll Cry When They Cut Off His Hippogriff's—' Splat. Malfoy's Head Jerked Back As The Mud Hit Him; His Silverblond Hair Was Suddenly Dripping In Muck.