Andrew returned to his contemplation of the dirty window with an ache in his heart and in his balls.
That thing has a name?
What’s life without a few dragons?
Powerful infatuations can be induced by the skilful potioneer, but never yet has anyone managed to create the truly unbreakable, eternal, unconditional attachment that alone can be called Love.
Have a biscuit, Potter.
What’s life without a few dragons? – Ron Weasley.
The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive.
Wendelin the Weird enjoyed being burned so much that she allowed herself to be caught no less than forty-seven times in various disguises.
This man’s name was Albus Dumbledore.
Don’t let the muggles get you down”.
Proud?′ said Harry. ‘Are you mad? All those times I could’ve died, and I didn’t manage it? They’ll be furious...
And again Harry understood without having to think. It did not matter about bringing them back, for he was about to join them. He was not really fetching them: They were fetching him.
He stood up. His heart was leaping against his ribs like a frantic bird. Perhaps it knew it had little time left, perhaps it was determined to fulfill a lifetime’s beats before the end. He did not look back as he closed the office door.
Sometimes you’ve got to think about more than your own safety! Sometimes you’ve got to think about the greater good!
If I know him, he will have arranged matters so that when he does set out to meet his death, it will truly mean the end of Voldemort.
Mr. H. Potter The Cupboard under the Stairs 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging Surrey.
Harry heard the final, quavering note from the bagpipe with relief.
I don’t mean to be rude – ” he began, in a tone that threatened rudeness in every syllable. “ – yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often,” Dumbledore finished the sentence gravely. “Best to say nothing at all, my dear man. Ah, and this must be Petunia.
No thanks,’ said Harry. ‘The poor toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it – it might be sick.’ Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he’d said.
I would trust Hagrid with my life,” said Dumbledore.