Voldemort Himself Created His Worst Enemy, Just

Fred And George Turned To Each Other And Said Together, “wow — We’re Identical!

I Don't Care!" Harry Yelled At Them, Snatching Up A Lunascope And Throwing It Into The Fireplace. "i've Had Enough, I've Seen Enough, I Want Out, I Want It To End, I Don't Care Anymore!" "you Do Care," Said Dumbledore. He Had Not Flinched Or Made A Single Move To Stop Harry Demolishing His Office. His Expression Was Calm, Almost Detached. "you Care So Much You Feel As Though You Will Bleed To Death With The Pain Of It.

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.

Let’s See . . . Ah, Yes, This Is Nice And Cozy.” It Was A Broom Cupboard.

Don't, Ginny, We'll Send You Loads Of Owls. We'll Send You A Hogwarts Toilet Seat. George! Only Joking, Mum.