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When You Were Straight, Evil Thoughts And Memories Came Pouring Up Out Of The Darkness Inside You; Buzzing Black Flies Clinging To The Insides Of Your Skull.

'it Was Stupid, Thinking It Was Him, I Mean, I Knew He Was Dead' Harry Muttered. 'you Think The Dead We Loved Ever Truly Leave Us? You Think That We Don't Recall Them More Clearly Than Ever In Times Of Great Trouble? Your Father Is Alive In You, Harry, And Shows Himself Most Plainly When You Have Need Of Him....you Know, Harry, In A Way You Did See Your Father Last Night....you Found Him Inside Yourself.'

Hagrid Howled Still More Loudly. Harry And Hermione Looked At Ron To Help Them. 'er-shall I Make A Cup Of Tea?' Said Ron. Harry Stared At Him. 'it's What My Mum Does Whenever Someone's Upset,' Ron Muttered, Shrugging.

Play To Your Strengths." "i Haven’t Got Any," Said Harry, Before He Could Stop Himself. "excuse Me," Growled Moody, "you’ve Got Strengths If I Say You’ve Got Them. Think Now. What Are You Best At?

Does It Hurt?" The Childish Question Had Escaped Harry's Lips Before He Could Stop It. "dying? Not At All," Said Sirius. "quicker And Easier Than Falling Asleep.