The Dementors Send Their Love, Potter!

... Perhaps Those Who Are Best Suited To Power Are Those Who Have Never Sought It.

Where Are You Heading, If You’ve Got The Choice?” James Lifted An Invisible Sword. “‘gryffindor, Where Dwell The Brave At Heart!’ Like My Dad.” Snape Made A Small, Disparaging Noise. James Turned On Him. “got A Problem With That?” “no,” Said Snape, Though His Slight Sneer Said Otherwise. “if You’d Rather Be Brawny Than Brainy —” “where’re You Hoping To Go, Seeing As You’re Neither?” Interjected Sirius.

Three Turns Should Do It.

There Was A Brief Silence In Which The Distant Echo Of Hagrid Smashing Down A Wooden Front Door Seemed To Reverberate Through The Intervening Years.

Poverty Is A Lot Like Childbirth - You Know It Is Going To Hurt Before It Happens, But You'll Never Know How Much Until You Experience It.