Which Came First, The Phoenix Or The

How Do You Feel, Georgie?" Whispered Mrs. Weasley. George's Fingers Groped For The Side Of His Head. "saintlike," He Murmured. "what's Wrong With Him?" Croaked Fred, Looking Terrified. "is His Mind Affected?" "saintlike," Repeated George, Opening His Eyes And Looking Up At His Brother. "you See...i'm Holey, Fred, Geddit?

I'm A What?" Gasped Harry. "a Wizard, O' Course," Said Hagrid, Sitting Back Down On The Sofa, Which Groaned And Sank Even Lower, "an' A Thumpin' Good'un I'd Say, Once Yeh've Been Trained Up A Bit. With A Mum An' Dad Like Yours, What Else Would Yeh Be?

The Knowledge That You Have Emerged Wiser And Stronger From Setbacks Means That You Are, Ever After, Secure In Your Ability To Survive.

What Do We Want To Be Prefects For?” Said George, Looking Revolted At The Very Idea. “it’d Take All The Fun Out Of Life.

Well, That Was A Bit Stupid Of You,” Said Ginny Angrily, “seeing As You Don’t Know Anyone But Me Who’s Been Possessed By You-know-who, And I Can Tell You How It Feels.” Harry Remained Quite Still As The Impact Of These Words Hit Him. Then He Turned On The Spot To Face Her. “i Forgot,” He Said. “lucky You,” Said Ginny Coolly. “i’m Sorry,” Harry Said, And He Meant It.