He Lay Face Down, Listening To The

I'm Dying!" Malfoy Yelled, As The Class Panicked. "i'm Dying, Look At Me! It's Killed Me!

Albus Severus," Harry Said Quietly, So That Nobody But Ginny Could Hear, And She Was Tactful Enough To Pretend To Be Waving To Rose, Who Was Now On The Train, "you Were Named For Two Headmasters Of Hogwarts. One Of Them Was A Slytherin And He Was Probably The Bravest Man I Ever Knew.

Sirius Looked Slightly Disconcerted For A Moment, Then Said, "i'll Look For Him Later, I Expect I'll Find Him Upstairs Crying His Eyes Out Over My Mother's Old Bloomers Or Something... Of Course, He Might Have Crawled Into The Airing Cupboard And Died... But I Mustn't Get My Hopes Up.

I Can Teach You How To Bottle Fame, Brew Glory, Even Put A Stopper On Death.

So,” Sneered Fudge, Recovering Himself, “you Intend To Take On Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, And Myself Single-handed, Do You, Dumbledore?” “merlin’s Beard, No,” Said Dumbledore, Smiling. “not Unless You Are Foolish Enough To Force Me To.” “he Will Not Be Single-handed!” Said Professor Mcgonagall Loudly, Plunging Her Hand Inside Her Robes. “oh Yes He Will, Minerva!” Said Dumbledore Sharply. “hogwarts Needs You!