Knocking The Shrieking Goblins Aside Like Skittles

Both Could Feel The Relationship Crumbling To Pieces Beneath The Weight Of Everything That Gavin Refused To Say.

You Don't Know What I'm Capable Of, You Don't Know What I've Done!

Mr. Moony Presents His Compliments To Professor Snape, And Begs Him To Keep His Abnormally Large Nose Out Of Other People's Business. Mr. Prongs Agrees With Mr. Moony, And Would Like To Add That Professor Snape Is An Ugly Git. Mr. Padfoot Would Like To Register His Astonishment That An Idiot Like That Ever Became A Professor. Mr. Wormtail Bids Professor Snape Good Day, And Advises Him To Wash His Hair, The Slimeball.

A Chilly Breeze That Seemed To Emanate From The Heart Of The Forest Lifted The Hair At Harry's Brow. He Knew That They Would Not Tell Him To Go, That It Would Have To Be His Decision. "you'll Stay With Me?" "until The Very End," Said James.

The Idea Of Dumbledore's Corpse Frightened Harry Much Less Than The Possibility That He Might Have Misunderstood The Living Dumbledore's Intentions.