Luck Can Only Get You

Seventeen, Eh!" Said Hagrid As He Accepted A Bucket-sized Glass Of Wine From Fred. "six Years To The Day We Met, Harry, D’yeh Remember It?" "vaguely," Said Harry, Grinning Up At Him. "didn’t You Smash Down The Front Door, Give Dudley A Pig’s Tail, And Tell Me I Was A Wizard?" "i Forge’ The Details," Hagrid Chortled.

Lily And James Only Made You Secret-keeper Because I Suggested It,” Black Hissed, So Venomously That Pettigrew Took A Step Backward. “i Thought It Was The Perfect Plan... A Bluff... Voldemort Would Be Sure To Come After Me, Would Never Dream They’d Use A Weak, Talentless Thing Like You... It Must Have Been The Finest Moment Of Your Miserable Life, Telling Voldemort You Could Hand Him The Potters.

I Sometimes Find, And I Am Sure You Know The Feeling, That I Simply Have Too Many Thoughts And Memories Crammed Into My Mind.

As Far As Informing The Headmaster, Harry Had No Idea Where Dumbledore Went During The Summer Holidays. He Amused Himself For A Moment, Picturing Dumbledore, With His Long Silver Beard, Full-length Wizard's Robes, And Pointed Hat, Stretched Out On A Beach Somewhere, Rubbing Suntan Lotion Onto His Long Crooked Nose.

Harry Witnessed Professor Mcgonagall Walking Right Past Peeves Who Was Determinedly Loosening A Crystal Chandelier And Could Have Sworn He Heard Her Tell The Poltergeist Out Of The Corner Of Her Mouth 'it Unscrews The Other Way.