Hand Over The Prophecy And No One

You Are The True Master Of Death, Because The True Master Does Not Seek To Run Away From Death.

I Was Just Sitting On The Train, Just Staring Out The Window At Some Cows. It Was Not The Most Inspiring Subject. When All Of A Sudden The Idea Of Harry Just Appeared In My Mind's Eye.

The Idea Of A Teenage Dumbledore Was Simply Odd, Like Trying To Imagine A Stupid Hermione Or A Friendly Blast-ended Skrewt.

Harry, Cedric, I Suggest You Both Go Up To Bed," Said Dumbledore, Smiling At Both Of Them. "i Am Sure Gryffindor And Hufflepuff Are Waiting To Celebrate With You, And It Would Be A Shame To Deprive Them Of This Excellent Excuse To Make A Great Deal Of Mess And Noise.

Who's Kreacher?" "the House-elf Who Lives Here," Said Ron. "nutter. Never Met One Like Him." "he Is Not A Nutter," Said Hermione. "his Life's Ambition Is To Have His Head Cut Off And Stuck Up On A Plaque Like His Mother", Said Ron. "is That Normal, Hermione?