Nessa Hake If they were alive this is what I’d write to them: 3-2-17 Dear Lupin and Tonks, Wotcher! My name is Nessa Ann Hake. I have a little eight-year-old brother, and my mother is pregnant! I am almost thirteen. Harriet is a family cat that I practically own because we have a bond. She […]
Dumbledore in book seven (J.K. Rowling): That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to comprehend. Of house-elves and children’s tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he […]
“Death toll,” Hermione whispered, looking alarmed. But her anxiety did not seem to be shared by the majority of students in the Hall; many of them were whispering excitedly to one another, and Harry himself was far more interested in hearing about the tournament than in worrying about deaths that had happened hundreds of years […]
At this, the veela lost control. Instead of dancing, they launched themselves across the ﬁeld and began throwing what seemed to be handfuls of fire at the leprechauns. Watching through his Omnioculars, Harry saw that they didn’t look remotely beautiful now. On the contrary, their faces were elongating into sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads, and long, […]
“Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you,” said Dumbledore. J.K. Rowling in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
“Never,” said Hagrid irritably, “try an’ get a straight answer out of a centaur. Ruddy stargazers. Not interested in anythin’ closer’n the moon.” J.K. Rowling in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling.