Madam Pomfrey now came walking briskly up the dark ward to Harry’s bed. He turned to look at her. She was carrying the largest block of chocolate he had ever seen in his life. It looked like a small boulder.“Ah, you’re awake!” she said briskly. She placed the chocolate on Harry’s bedside table and began […]
“Which of you can tell me how we distinguish between the werewolf and the true wolf?” said Snape. Everyone sat in motionless silence; everyone except Hermione, whose hand, as it so often did, had shot straight into the air.“Anyone?” Snape said, ignoring Hermione. His twisted smile was back. “Are you telling me that Professor Lupin […]
Hagrid turned around and hurried back toward his cabin, his face buried in his handkerchief. “Look at him blubber!” Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had been standing just inside the castle doors, listening.“Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?” said Malfoy. “And he’s supposed to be our teacher!”Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward […]
“IT WASN’T A NIGHTMARE!” Ron yelled. “PROFESSOR, I WOKE UP, AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME, HOLDING A KNIFE!”Professor McGonagall stared at him. “Don’t be ridiculous, Weasley, how could he possibly have gotten through the portrait hole?”“Ask him!” said Ron, pointing a shaking finger at the back of Sir Cadogan’s picture. “Ask him if […]
He squeezed Buckbeak’s sides with his heels. Harry and Hermione jumped back as the enormous wings rose once more. . . . The hippogriff took off into the air. . . . He and his rider became smaller and smaller as Harry gazed after them . . . then a cloud drifted across the moon. […]
Poem by William BlakeLyrics by Benatar PredatorsEverywhereAnd found in children’sNeighborhoods They cry in the dark, so you can’t see their tearsThey hide in the light, so you can’t see their fearsForgive and forget, all the whileLove and pain become one and the sameIn the eyes of a wounded child When being forced to babysitSo, the […]
“I must be cruel only to be kind;Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.” Hamlet, act 3 scene 4 “And thirdly,” said Uncle Vernon, his mean little eyes now slits in his great purple face, “we’ve told Marge you attend St. Brutus’s Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys.”“What?” Harry yelled.“And you’ll be sticking to that […]
but I gotta tell yeh, I thought you two’d value yer friend more’n broomsticks or rats. Tha’s all.” Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (p. 111). Pottermore Publishing. Kindle Edition. Harry put his hand on Ron’s arm to keep him silent, “Hagrid? How many things do you treasure in this hut. Don’t […]
HP, Third Year, Lyrics by Dylan Before he’d had time to think, Harry had taken his eyes off the Snitch and looked down. At least a hundred dementors, their hidden faces pointing up at him, were standing beneath him. It was as though freezing water were rising in his chest, cutting at his insides.And then […]
“If Neville is successful, the boggart is likely to shift his attention to each of us in turn,” said Professor Lupin.“I would like all of you to take a moment now to think of the thing that scares you most, and imagine how you might force it to look comical. . . .”The room went […]
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