Oh, I'm So Glad We Know What

Aunt Petunia Burst Into Tears. Hestia Jones Gave Her An Approving Look That Changed To Outrage As Aunt Petunia Ran Forward And Embraced Dudley Rather Than Harry. 's-so Sweet, Dudders...' She Sobbed Into His Massive Chest. 's-such A Lovely B-boy...s-saying Thank You...' 'but He Hadn't Said Thank You At All!' Said Hestia Indignantly. 'he Only Said He Didn't Think Harry Was A Waste Of Space!' 'yeah, But Coming From Dudley That's Like "i Love You.

His Eyes Are As Green As A Fresh Pickled Toad, His Hair Is As Dark As A Blackboard. I Wish He Was Mine, He's Really Divine, The Hero Who Conquered The Dark Lord.

Let’s See . . . Ah, Yes, This Is Nice And Cozy.” It Was A Broom Cupboard.

What You Write Becomes Who You Are… So Make Sure You Love What You Write!

Hello, Harry" Said George, Beaming At Him. "we Thought We Heard Your Dulcet Tones." "you Don't Want To Bottle Up Your Anger Like That, Harry, Let It All Out," Said Fred, Also Beaming. "there Might Be A Couple Of People Fifty Miles Away Who Didn't Hear You.