He left her, never saw her again, and never troubled to discover what became of his son.
On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course. I wouldn't bet on that, Harry murmured, watching Snape baring his teeth.
Talent and intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice of the fates.
Ron gave a tiny jerk of the head that Harry understood to mean, Well - if you must.
Dudley came waddling down the hall, his blond hair plastered flat to his fat head, a bow tie just visible under his many chins.
Just picture coming home and finding the Dark Mark hovering over your house, and knowing what you're about to find inside.... Mr. Weasley winced. Everyone's worst fear... the very worst...