Well, Think Back," Said Harry. "have You

Now, You Two – This Year, You Behave Yourselves. If I Get One More Owl Telling Me You've – You've Blown Up A Toilet Or –" "blown Up A Toilet? We've Never Blown Up A Toilet." "great Idea Though, Thanks, Mum.

And Tears Came Before He Could Stop Them, Boiling Hot Then Instantly Freezing On His Face, And What Was The Point In Wiping Them Off? Or Pretending? He Let Them Fall.

What Would Come, Would Come...and You Would Have To Meet It, When It Did.

You Are — Truly Your Father’s Son, Harry. . . .

Parents Shouldn't Leave Their Kids Unless —unless They've Got To.