Honestly, If You Were Any

Harry Felt Winded, As Though He Had Just Walked Into Something Heavy. He Had Last Seen Those Cool Gray Eyes Through Slits In A Death Eater’s Hood, And Last Heard That Man’s Voice Jeering In A Dark Graveyard While Lord Voldemort Tortured Him. He Could Not Believe That Lucius Malfoy Dared Look Him In The Face; He Could Not Believe That He Was Here, In The Ministry Of Magic, Or That Cornelius Fudge Was Talking To Him, When Harry Had Told Fudge Mere Weeks Ago That Malfoy Was A Death Eater.

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

He Sounds Exactly Like Moody," Said Harry Quietly, Tucking The Letter Away Again Inside His Robes. "'constant Vigilance!' You'd Think I Walk Around With My Eyes Shut, Banging Off The Walls.

Nasty Temper He's Got, That Sirius Black.

It Does Not Do To Dwell On Dreams And Forget To Live.