By Gryffindor, The Bravest Were Prized Far

Ron, We're Supposed To Show The First Years Where To Go!" "oh Yeah," Said Ron, Who Had Obviously Forgotten. "hey -- Hey You Lot! Midgets!

Don't Call Me Nymphadora, Remus.

What I Would Most Like To Think They Would Take Away, Is What I Take Away When I Read My Favorite Books. Which Is The Knowledge That There Is Always Somewhere You Can Go, That You Love, And Where You're Safe. And That's How I Feel About My Favorite Books, Wherever I Am, If I've Got That Book With Me, I've Got A Place Where I Can Go And Be Happy. So If That Place Is Hogwarts For Anyone, Then I Couldn't Be More Honored Or Humbled.

Instead (harry) Contented Himself With Scrawling A Note To Ron: Let's Do It Tonight.

Only One Thing Mattered: This Was Not A Horcrux. Dumbledore Had Weakened Himself By Drinking That Horrible Potion For Nothing. Harry Crumpled The Parchment In His Hand And His Eyes Burned With Tears As Behind Him Fang Began To Howl.