In A Novel You Have

You Might Belong In Hufflepuff, Where They Are Just And Loyal, Those Patient Hufflepuffs Are True, And Unafraid Of Toil.

His Hand Closed Automatically Around The Fake Horcrux But In Spite Of Everything, In Spite Of The Dark And Twisting Path He Saw Stretching Ahead For Himself, In Spite Of The Final Meeting With Voldemort He Knew Must Come Whether In A Month In A Year Or In Ten, He Felt His Heart Lift At The Thought That There Was Still One Last Golden Day Of Peace Left To Enjoy With Ron And Hermione.

Tessa Was Convinced That It Was A Lie, And Also That Everything She Had Done In Her Life, Telling Herself That It Was For The Best, Had Been No More Than Blind Selfishness, Generating Confusion And Mess All Around. But Who Could Bear To Know Which Stars Were Already Dead, She Thought, Blinking Up At The Night Sky; Could Anybody Stand To Know They All Were?

Remember, If The Time Should Come When You Have To Make A Choice Between What Is Right And What Is Easy, Remember What Happened To A Boy Who Was Good, And Kind, And Brave, Because He Strayed Across The Path Of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.

I've Often Met People Who Are Terrified, You Know, In A Straight Jacket Of Their Own Making Because They'd Rather Do Anything That Fail. They Don't Want To Try For Fear Of Failing.