Ooh, You Look Much Tastier Than Crabbe

I Don't Think You Should Be An Auror, Harry," Said Luna Unexpectedly. Everybody Looked At Her. "the Aurors Are Part Of The Rotfang Conspiracy, I Thought Everyone Knew That. They're Working To Bring Down The Ministry Of Magic From Within Using A Mixture Of Dark Magic And Gum Disease.

I Scared Stephen King.

Long Ago, When Harry Had Been Left Alone While The Dursley's Went Out To Enjoy Themselves, The Hours Of Solitude Had Been A Rare Treat: Pausing Only To Sneak Something Tasty From The Fridge, He Had Rushed Upstairs To Play On Dudley's Computer, Or Put On The Television And Flicked Through The Channels To His Heart's Content. It Gave Him An Odd Empty Feeling To Remember Those Times; It Was Like Remembering A Younger Brother Whom He Had Lost.

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.

No Man Or Woman Alive, Magical Or Not, Has Ever Escaped Some Form Of Injury, Whether Physical, Mental, Or Emotional. To Hurt Is As Human As To Breathe.