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I hear that you met the Minister of Magic over Christmas?” “Yes,” said Harry. “He’s not very happy with me.” “No,” sighed Dumbledore. “He is not very happy with me either. We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on.

Ron turned a little pink, but did not look displeased as he turned back to the sprouts. “Mind your own business.” “What a snappy retort,” said Fred. “I really don’t know how you think of them."

He had known Ginny for years now. . . . It was natural that he should feel protective . . . natural that he should want to look out for her . . . want to rip Dean limb from limb for kissing her . . . No . . . he would have to control that particular brotherly feeling. . . .

Friends they might be, but if Ron started calling Lavender "Lav-Lav", he would have to put his foot down.

"Do you remember me telling you we are practising non-verbal spells, Potter?" "Yes," said Harry stiffly. "Yes sir." "Ther is no need to call me sir, professor."

"I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you."

“But Potter seems to have a lot to say on the subject,” said Snape, pointing suddenly at the back of the room, his black eyes fixed on Harry. “Let us ask Potter how we would tell the difference between an Inferius and a ghost.”

The whole class looked around at Harry, who hastily tried to recall what Dumbledore had told him the night that they had gone to visit Slughorn. “Er — well — ghosts are transparent —” he said.

“Oh, very good,” interrupted Snape, his lip curling. “Yes, it in easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. ‘Ghosts are transparent.’”

It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.

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                                             -Frank

"...you have never been seducted by the Dark Arts, never, even for a second, shown the slightest desire to become one of Voldemort's followers!" "Of curse I haven't!" said Harry indignantly. "He killd my mum and dad!" "You are protected, in short, by your ability to love! said Dumbledore loudly. "The only protection that can possibly work against the lure of power like Voldemort's! [...]"