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Hogwarts Was The First And Best Home He Had Known. He And Voldemort And Snape, The Abandoned Boys, Had All Found Home Here.

I’m Not A Freak. That’s A Horrible Thing To Say." "that’s Where You’re Going. A Special School For Freaks. You And That Snape Boy ... Weirdos, That’s What You Two Are..." "you Didn’t Think It Was Such A Freak’s School When You Wrote The Headmaster And Begged Him To Take You.

I Want To Fall In Love With Something In The Way I Fell In Love With The Idea Of Harry Before I Write Anything Else.

I Just Wondered Where You —” Ron Broke Off, Shrugging. “nothing. I’m Going Back To Bed.” “just Thought You’d Come Nosing Around, Did You?” Harry Shouted. He Knew That Ron Had No Idea What He’d Walked In On, Knew He Hadn’t Done It On Purpose, But He Didn’t Care — At This Moment He Hated Everything About Ron, Right Down To The Several Inches Of Bare Ankle Showing Beneath His Pajama Trousers.

You Could Be Great, You Know, It’s All Here In Your Head, And Slytherin Will Help You On The Way To Greatness, No Doubt About That.