What would come, would come...and you would have to meet it, when it did.
It's just hard," Harry said finally, in a low voice, "to realize he won't write me again
I'm going to keep going until I succeed — or die. Don't think I don't know how this might end. I've known it for years.
A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.
To hurt is as human as to breathe.
I don't feel I owe my readers details of my family's private life.