Luck Can Only Get You

Perhaps Just One More, Master Harry, For Luck?

They Heard The Click Of The Mail Slot And Flop Of Letters On The Doormat. "get The Mail, Dudley," Said Uncle Vernon From Behind His Paper. "make Harry Get It." "get The Mail, Harry." "make Dudley Get It." "poke Him With Your Smelting Stick, Dudley.

So Why In The Name Of Merlin’s Saggy Left —” “don’t Talk To Your Mother Like That.

Do You Mean Ter Tell Me," He Growled At The Dursleys, "that This Boy—this Boy!—knows Nothin' Abou'—about Anything?" Harry Thought This Was Going A Bit Far. He Had Been To School, After All, And His Marks Weren't Bad. I Know Some Things," He Said. "i Can, You Know, Do Math And Stuff.

Look...at...me..." He Whispered. The Green Eyes Found The Black, But After A Second, Something In The Depths Of The Dark Pair Seemed To Vanish, Leaving Them Fixed, Blank, And Empty. The Hand Holding Harry Thudded To The Floor, And Snape Moved No More.