Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.

Every now and then I read a poem that does touch something in me, but I never turn to poetry for solace or pleasure in the way that I throw myself into prose.

Daddy, look — one of the gnomes actually bit me!

Where is Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn't there. "Still in the showers," said Fred. "We think he's trying to drown himself.

And as she jogged out of sight, they could hear her muttering, "Tentacula. Devil's Snare. And Snargaluff pods. Yes, I'd like to see Death Eaters fighting those.

There was a lot more to magic, as Harry quickly found out, than waving your wand and saying a few funny words.

We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.