Voldemort’s Fury At The Fall

It Was, He Thought, The Difference Between Being Dragged Into The Arena To Face A Battle To The Death And Walking Into The Arena With Your Head Held High. Some People, Perhaps, Would Say That There Was Little To Choose Between The Two Ways, But Dumbledore Knew - And So Do I, Thought Harry, With A Rush Of Fierce Pride, And So Did My Parents - That There Was All The Difference In The World.

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 Did Not Set Out To Convert Anyone To Christianity.

She Navigated Away From The Parish Council Message Board And Dropped Into Her Favorite Medical Website, Where She Painstakingly Entered The Words "brain" And "death" In The Search Box. The Suggestions Were Endless. Shirley Scrolled Through The Possibilities, Her Mild Eyes Rolling Up And Down, Wondering To Which Of These Deadly Conditions, Some Of Them Unpronounceable, She Owed Her Present Happiness.

Whatever Happens To Your Body, Your Soul Will Survive, Untouched.