Only The Difference Between Truth

In Many, Many Ways... Hufflepuff Is My Favorite House.

Harry, Don't Go Picking A Row With Malfoy, Don't Forget, He's A Prefect Now, He Could Make Life Difficult For You..." "wow, I Wonder What It'd Be Like To Have A Difficult Life?" Said Harry Sarcastically.

I Look At The Effect That An Individual's Fame Has On Their Family, For Example, And The Limitations That Places Upon Your Life To An Extent - Of Course, It Brings Marvelous Things Too, But It Brings Them Mainly To The Individual. The People Around The Famous Person Often Pay A Price Without Reaping Many Of The Rewards.

The Realization Of What Would Happen Next Settled Gradually Over Harry In The Long Minutes, Like Softly Falling Snow. "i've Got To Go Back, Haven't I?" "that Is Up To You." "i've Got A Choice?" "oh Yes." Dumbledore Smiled At Him. "we Are In King's Cross, You Say? I Think That If You Decided Not To Go Back, You Would Be Able To…let's Say…board A Train." "and Where Would It Take Me?" "on," Said Dumbledore Simply.

My Parents Are Muggles, Mate. They Don't Know Nothing About No Deaths At Hogwarts, Because I'm Not Stupid Enough To Tell Them.