Killing Rips The Soul Apart.

Neville Will Play Quidditch For England Before Hagrid Lets Dumbledore Down.

Oh, Honestly, Don't You Two Read?

I'm Not Going To Be Murdered," Harry Said Out Loud. "that's The Spirit, Dear," Said His Mirror Sleepily.

We Slytherins Are Brave, Yes, But Not Stupid. For Instance, Given The Choice, We Will Always Choose To Save Our Own Necks.

From This Point Forth, We Shall Be Leaving The Firm Foundation Of Fact And Journeying Together Through The Murky Marshes Of Memory Into Thickets Of Wildest Guesswork.