Where Is Wood?" Said Harry, Suddenly Realizing

Some Of Her Self-hatred Had Oozed Out With The Blood.

And Harry, With The Unerring Skill Of The Seeker, Caught The Wand In His Free Hand As Voldemort Fell Backward, Arms Splayed, The Slit Pupils Of The Scarlet Eyes Rolling Upward. Tom Riddle Hit The Floor With A Mundane Finality, His Body Feeble And Shrunken, The White Hands Empty, The Snakelike Face Vacant And Unknowing. Voldemort Was Dead, Killed By His Own Rebounding Curse, And Harry Stood With Two Wands In His Hands, Staring Down At His Enemy's Shell.

Oh, Don’t Lie, Harry,” She Said Impatiently. “ron And Ginny Say You’ve Been Hiding From Everyone Since You Got Back From St. Mungo’s.” “they Do, Do They?” Said Harry, Glaring At Ron And Ginny. Ron Looked Down At His Feet But Ginny Seemed Quite Unabashed. “well, You Have!” She Said. “and You Won’t Look At Any Of Us!” “it’s You Lot Who Won’t Look At Me!” Said Harry Angrily. “maybe You’re Taking It In Turns To Look And Keep Missing Each Other,” Suggested Hermione, The Corners Of Her Mouth Twitching.

Dumbledore's Man Through And Through, Aren't You Potter?" "yeah I Am," Said Harry. "glad We Straightened That Out.

Makes A Diff'rence, Havin' A Decent Family,' He Said. 'me Dad Was Decent. An' Your Mum An' Dad Were Decent. If They'd Lived, Life Woulda Bin Diff'rent, Eh?' 'yeah, I S'pose,' Said Harry Cautiously. Hagrid Seemed To Be In A Very Strange Mood. 'family,' Said Hagrid Gloomily. 'whatever Yeh Say, Blood's Important.