Hope Springs Forever.

This Group Had A Kind Of Dark Glamour Within The Castle. They Were A Motley Collection; A Mixture Of The Weak Seeking Protection, The Ambitious Seeking Some Shared Glory, And The Thuggish Gravitating Toward A Leader Who Could Show Them More Refined Forms Of Cruelty.

When Filch Wasn't Guarding The Scene Of The Crime, He Was Skulking Red-eyed Through The Corridors, Lunging Out At Unsuspecting Students And Trying To Put Them In Detention For Things Like "breathing Loudly" And "looking Happy.

Dumbledore Paused, And Although His Voice Remained Light And Calm, And He Gave No Obvious Sign Of Anger, Harry Felt A Kind Of Chill Emanating From Him And Noticed That The Dursleys Drew Very Slightly Closer Together. “you Did Not Do As I Asked. You Have Never Treated Harry As A Son. He Has Known Nothing But Neglect And Often Cruelty At Your Hands. The Best That Can Be Said Is That He Has At Least Escaped The Appalling Damage You Have Inflicted Upon The Unfortunate Boy Sitting Between You.

Knocking The Shrieking Goblins Aside Like Skittles

Enemies Of The Heir, Beware! You'll Be Next, Mudbloods!