She Was On Edge, Feeling That She

The Sky Was A Cold Iron-grey, Like The Underside Of A Shield. A Sharp Breeze Lifted The Hems Of Skirts And Rattled The Leaves On The Immature Trees; A Spiteful, Chill Wind That Sought Out Your Weakest Places, The Nape Of Your Neck And Your Knees, And Which Denied You The Comfort Of Dreaming, Of Retreating A Little From Reality.

Love Is The Most Powerful Thing Of All And I Remember Thinking That - God, I'm About To Make Myself Cry But, I Remember Thinking That When 9/11 Happened Because Those Last Phone Calls Were About - The Last Thing Knowingly, That I'm Going To Say On This Earth Is "i Love You". What's More Powerful Than That? What's More Proof Than That? Beyond Fear, Beyond Death.

You Are The True Master Of Death, Because The True Master Does Not Seek To Run Away From Death.

Mistletoe," Said Luna Dreamily, Pointing At A Large Clump Of White Berries Placed Almost Over Harry's Head. He Jumped Out From Under It. "good Thinking," Said Luna Seriously. "it's Often Infested With Nargles.

Er — Have The Bludgers Ever Killed Anyone?” Harry Asked, Hoping He Sounded Offhand. “never At Hogwarts. We’ve Had A Couple Of Broken Jaws But Nothing Worse Than That. You Don’t Have To Worry About The Quaffle Or The Bludgers —” “— Unless They Crack My Head Open.” “don’t Worry, The Weasleys Are More Than A Match For The Bludgers — I Mean, They’re Like A Pair Of Human Bludgers Themselves.