In Opening Them, He Discovered That He

He Was Slumped In The Back, Gazing Out Of The Window, As Though His Parents Were Two People Who Had Picked Him Up Hitchhiking, Connected To Him Merely By Chance And Proximity.

Your Wheezy, Sir, Your Wheezy — Wheezy Who Is Giving Dobby His Sweater!

Let My Girls Be Hermiones, Rather Than Pansy Parkinsons.

Only The Difference Between Truth And Lies, Courage And Cowardice.

As Ginny And Hermione Moved Closer To The Rest Of The Family, Harry Had A Clear View Of The Bodies Lying Next To Fred: Remus And Tonks, Pale And Still And Peaceful-looking, Apparently Asleep Beneath The Dark, Enchanted Ceiling.