Then – just like that – most of the people in this room will be gone, we'll no longer exist and Voldemort will rule again.

J.K. Rowling

J.K. Rowling

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: British

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Fred gave the Extendable Ear a hearty tug; there was another loud crack and he and George vanished.

Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?

I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry.

To nobody's surprise, Professor Sprout started their lesson by lecturing them about the importance of O.W.L.s.

P.S. I enjoy acid pops.

The whole class stared at it for a few seconds, then several people gasped and Parvati squealed. Harry understood why: Bits of flesh stripping themselves away from the bones and vanishing into thin air had to look very odd indeed.

You've got to appreciate what the worst is. You don't want to find yourself in a situation where you're facing it.

And now let's move to news concerning the wizard who is proving just as elusive as Harry Potter. We like to refer to him as the Chief Death Eater, and here to give his views on some of the more insane rumors circulating about him, I'd like to introduce a new correspondent: Rodent.

He looked closely at the owl for a moment, then, to Harry and Hermione's great surprise, he held him out for Crookshanks to sniff. ‘What d'you reckon?' Ron asked the cat. ‘Definitely an owl?' Crookshanks purred. That's good enough for me, said Ron happily. He's mine.

Yes, sir. There's no need to call me ‘sir,' Professor.

I think I'd better do the actual stealing," Hermione continued in a matter-of-fact tone. "You two will be expelled if you get into anymore trouble, and I've got a clean record. So all of you need to do is cause enough mayhem to keep Snape busy for five minutes or so.

He'll be all right, murmured Ginny. As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absentmindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead. I know he will. The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.

Good even, my fine young yeomen! Come clap this loon in irons.

He could still see his parents beaming up at him from the tattered old photograph, unaware that their lives, like so many of those around them, were drawing to a close.