These Girls... They're Going To Kill Me,

Your Great Puddin' Of A Son Don' Need Fattin' Anymore Dursley, Don't Worry

The Elf’s Eyes Found Him, And His Lips Trembled With The Effort To Form Words. ‘harry... Potter...’ And Then With A Little Shudder The Elf Became Quite Still, And His Eyes Were Nothing More Than Great, Glassy Orbs Sprinkled With Light From The Stars They Could Not See.

Somewhere Out In The Darkness, A Phoenix Was Singing In A Way Harry Had Never Heard Before: A Stricken Lament Of Terrible Beauty. And Harry Felt, As He Had Felt About Phoenix Song Before, That The Music Was Inside Him, Not Without: It Was His Own Grief Turned Magically To Song.

The Chamber Of Secrets Had Been Opened. Enemies Of The Heir, Beware.

We’re All Going To Keep Fighting, Harry. You Know That?