When I Was Quite Young

How Do You Feel, Georgie?" Whispered Mrs. Weasley. George's Fingers Groped For The Side Of His Head. "saintlike," He Murmured. "what's Wrong With Him?" Croaked Fred, Looking Terrified. "is His Mind Affected?" "saintlike," Repeated George, Opening His Eyes And Looking Up At His Brother. "you See...i'm Holey, Fred, Geddit?

Would It Hurt To Die? All Those Times He Had Thought It Was About To Happen And Escaped, He Had Never Really Thought Of The Thing Itself: His Will To Live Had Always Been So Much Stronger Than His Fear Of Death.

Such Loyalty Is Admirable, Of Course,” Said Scrimgeour, Who Seemed To Be Restraining His Irritation With Difficulty, “but Dumbledore Is Gone, Harry. He’s Gone.” “he Will Only Be Gone From The School When None Here Are Loyal To Him,” Said Harry, Smiling In Spite Of Himself.

The Last Words Albus Dumbledore Spoke To The Pair Of Us?' Harry Is The Best Hope We Have. Trust Him.

One Can Never Have Enough Socks