Would It Hurt To Die?

And Death Spoke To Them —’” “sorry,” Interjected Harry, “but Death Spoke To Them?” “it’s A Fairy Tale, Harry!” “right, Sorry. Go On.

Parminder Kept Her Unwept Tears Locked Tightly Inside Where They Seemed To Undergo An Alchemical Transformation, Returning To The Outer World As Lava Slides Of Rage.

Where's The Fun Without A Bit Of Risk?

Extraordinary Imagination, Especially In A Witch World. Also Friendship.

For A Split Second, Harry Thought How Absurd It Was For Tonks To Expect The Dummy To Hear Her Talking That Quietly Through A Sheet Of Glass, When There Were Buses Rumbling Along Behind Her And All The Racket Of Street Full Of Shoppers. Then He Reminded Himself That Dummies Could Not Hear Anyway.