Would It Hurt To Die?

I Know How To Use A Fellytone Now.

I Loathe People Who Say, 'i Always Read The Ending Of The Book First.' That Really Irritates Me, It's Like Someone Coming To Dinner, Just Opening The Fridge And Eating Pudding, While You're Standing There Still Working On The Starter. It's Not On.

Does It Hurt?" The Childish Question Had Escaped Harry's Lips Before He Could Stop It. "dying? Not At All," Said Sirius. "quicker And Easier Than Falling Asleep.

It Matters Not What Someone Is Born, But What They Grow To Be.

I Speak Now, Harry Potter, Directly To You. You Have Permitted Your Friends To Die For You Rather Than Face Me Yourself. I Shall Wait For One Hour In The Forbidden Forest. If, At The End Of That Hour, You Have Not Come To Me, Have Not Given Yourself Up, Then Battle Recommences. This Time, I Shall Enter The Fray Myself, Harry Potter, And I Shall Find You, And I Shall Punish Every Last Man, Woman, And Child Who Has Tried To Conceal You From Me. One Hour.