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.

You lose your individuality a huge amount when you have no money, and I certainly had that experience.

Help only comes to those who ask for it.

But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back. There's nothing you can do, Harry -' Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!' - it's too late, Harry.' We can still reach him -' Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go... There's nothing you can do, Harry...nothing...he's gone.

When you have that last piece of the jigsaw, everything will, I hope, be clear..." -Albus Dumbledore

I've never managed to keep a journal longer than two weeks.

I loved writing Dumbledore and he is the epitome of goodness.