You Will Find That I Will Only

Raindrops The Size Of Bullets Thundered On The Castle Windows For Days On End; The Lake Rose, The Flower Beds Turned Into Muddy Streams, And Hagrid’s Pumpkins Swelled To The Size Of Garden Sheds.

I Expect What You're Not Aware Of Would Fill Several Books, Dursely.

Every Hour That Passed Added To Her Grief, Because It Bore Her Further Away From The Living Man, And Because It Was A Tiny Foretaste Of The Eternity She Would Have To Spend Without Him.

Do Not Pity The Dead, Harry. Pity The Living, And, Above All Those Who Live Without Love.

Vot Is The Point Of Being An International Quidditch Player If All The Good-looking Girls Are Taken?