We Slytherins Are Brave, Yes, But Not

When I Was In My Teens I Had Issues With Ocd.

Ginny Weasley, Who Sat Next To Colin Creevey In Charms, Was Distraught, But Harry Felt That Fred And George Were Going The Wrong Way About Cheering Her Up. They Were Taking Turns Covering Themselves With Fur Or Boils And Jumping Out At Her From Behind Statues.

Harry, Despite Your Privileged Insight Into Voldemort’s World (which, Incidentally, Is A Gift Any Death Eater Would Kill To Have), You Have Never Been Seduced By The Dark Arts, Never, Even For A Second, Shown The Slightest Desire To Become One Of Voldemort’s Followers!” “of Course I Haven’t!” Said Harry Indignantly. “he Killed My Mum And Dad!” “you Are Protected, In Short, By Your Ability To Love!” Said Dumbledore Loudly.

Don't Worry. You're Just As Sane As I Am.

There Was A Horrible Smell In The Kitchen The Next Morning When Harry Went In For Breakfast. It Seemed To Be Coming From A Large Metal Tub In The Sink. He Went To Have A Look. The Tub Was Full Of What Looked Like Dirty Rags Swimming In Gray Water. "what's This?" He Asked Aunt Petunia. "your New School Uniform," She Said. Harry Looked In The Bowl Again. "oh," He Said, "i Didn't Realize It Had To Be So Wet.