We Teachers Are Rather Good

I'll Be Writing Until I Can't Write Anymore. It's A Compulsion With Me. I Love Writing.

He's A Funny Man, Dumbledore. I Think He Sort Of Wanted To Give Me A Chance. I Think He Knows More Or Less Everything That Goes On Here, You Know. I Reckon He Had A Pretty Good Idea We Were Going To Try, And Instead Of Stopping Us, He Just Taught Us Enough To Help. I Don't Think It Was An Accident He Let Me Find Out How The Mirror Worked. It's Almost Like He Thought I Had The Right To Face Voldemort If I Could.

But Some Part Of Him Realized, Even As He Fought To Break Free From Lupin, That Sirius Had Never Kept Him Waiting Before. . . . Sirius Had Risked Everything, Always, To See Harry, To Help Him. . . . If Sirius Was Not Reappearing Out Of That Archway When Harry Was Yelling For Him As Though His Life Depended On It, The Only Possible Explanation Was That He Could Not Come Back. . . . That He Really Was . . .

I Say There Are Spots That Don't Come Off.... Spots That Never Come Off, D'you Know What I Mean?

Dumbledore Would Have Been Happier Than Anybody To Think That There Was A Little More Love In The World.