How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?
First sign of madness, talking to your own head.
Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity. "No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother.
It was strange how your brain could know what your heart refused to accept.
I scared Stephen King.
He sobbed in desperation at the burden of fear he carried with him every day of his life.