I’m very busy with schoolwork, of course." "How can she be?" said Ron in horror. "We’re on vacation!

Well?" Ron said finally, looking up at Harry. "How was it?" Harry considered it for a moment. "Wet," he said truthfully. Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell. "Because she was crying," Harry continued heavily. "Oh," said Ron, his smile faded slightly. "Are you that bad at kissing?" "Dunno," said Harry, who hadn't considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. "Maybe I am.

I think I've really exhausted the magical. It was a lot of fun, but I've put it behind me for the time being.

If it's a good book, anyone will read it. I'm totally unashamed about still reading things I loved in my childhood.

But this is touching, Severus,” said Dumbledore seriously. “Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?” “For him?” shouted Snape. “Expecto Patronum!” From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe. She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. “After all this time?” “Always,” said Snape.

Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that would’ve done everyone a favor. . . .

Dark times lie ahead of us and there will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right. -Albus Dumbledore