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"Fred and George, however, found all this very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting, "Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through ...... Percy was deeply disapproving of this behavior. "It is not a laughing matter," he said coldly. "Oh, get out of the way, Percy," said Fred. "Harry's in a hurry." "Yeah, he's off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant," said George, chortling. Ginny didn't find it amusing either. "Oh, don't," she wailed every time Fred asked Harry loudly who he was planning to attack next, or when George pretended to ward Harry off with a large clove of garlic when they met."
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potter
secrets
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"Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there. "Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" "Thank you!" He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not. "Is he -- a bit mad?" he asked Percy uncertainly. "Mad?" said Percy airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?"
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harry
potter
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J.K. Rowling |
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"Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there. "Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" "Thank you!" He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not. "Is he -- a bit mad?" he asked Percy uncertainly. "Mad?" said Percy airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?" --
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harry
potter
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J.K. Rowling |
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83b4c00
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By the time she had interpreted Harry's dreams at the top of her voice (all of which, even the ones that involved eating porridge, apparently foretold a gruesome and early death), he was feeling much less sympathetic toward her.
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harry
harry-potter
humor
j-k-rowling
order-of-the-phoenix
professor-trelawney
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J.K. Rowling |
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"Killed?" said Hagrid loudly, staring down at Harry. "Snape killed? What're yeh on abou', Harry?" "Dumbledore," said Harry. "Snape killed... Dumbledore."
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dumbledore
hagrid
harry
made-me-cry
snape
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J.K. Rowling |
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76105b3
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HARRY: Voldemort is going to kill my mum and dad -- and there's nothing I can do to stop him. DRACO: That's not true. SCORPIUS: Dad, now is not the time . . . ALBUS: There is something you could do -- to stop him. But you won't. DRACO: That's heroic. GINNY takes HARRY's hand. GINNY: You don't have to watch, Harry. We can go home. HARRY: I'm letting it happen . . . Of course I have to watch. HERMIONE: Then we'll all witness it. RON: We'll all watch.
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draco
harry
harry-potter
hermione
ron
scorpius
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J.K. Rowling |
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"You'll write to me, won't you?" Albus asked his parents immediately, capitalizing on the momentary absence of his brother. "Every day, if you want us to," said Ginny. "Not day," said Albus quickly. "James says most people only get letters from home about once a month." "We wrote to James three times a week last year," said Ginny. "And you don't want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts," Harry put in. "He likes a laugh, your brother."
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ginny
harry
humor
the-end
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J.K. Rowling |
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"Bob, would you be willing to take on Evil Bob?" Bob's eyes darted nervously. "I'd . . . prefer not to. I'd really, really prefer not to. You have no idea. That me was crazy. And buff. He worked out."
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"HARRY: "Oh, Draco . . . we can't. We can't use it." Draco looks up at Harry, and for the first time -- at the bottom of this dreadful pit -- they look at each other as friends. DRACO: "We have to find them -- if it takes centuries, we must find our sons --"
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harry
harry-potter
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db8c2ee
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"What," Mick said softly, "is Lad doin' in me bed?" Hearing his name, Lad opened small, piggish, upside-down eyes, gazing with idiotic adoration as his whip-thin tail thumped the covers. "Ah." Harry scratched behind one ear. "Well, see, 'e was lookin' so forlorn, like, out in the courtyard by 'imself. Seemed an awful shame to leave 'im there all alone." "Off!" Mick roared at the dog. Lad's transformation was instantaneous. His tiny triangle ears folded back, his eyes narrowed worriedly, and he rolled so that he could crawl toward the edge of the bed on his belly. "Is that mud on his paws?" Mick asked in outrage. Harry glanced at the dog. "I do believe it is," he said as if making a discovery. "Christ!" Mick watched disgustedly as Lad made the edge of the bed and slithered off, thumping to the floor. The dog seemed to think that his apology was done--or perhaps he'd already forgotten that Mick was mad at him--for he gamboled over as frisky as a lamb. "He's not even me dog," Mick muttered. Lad sat, one back leg sprawled out to the side, tongue hanging from his mouth, and grinned up at him. He completely ignored Harry, his supposed master. "The dog 'as a wonderful affection for ye," Harry said brightly."
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harry
lad-the-dog
mickey
scandalous-desires
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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0e7fc4b
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"Myrtle goggled at them. "You're alive," she said blankly to Harry. "There's no need to sound so disappointed," he said grimly... "Oh, well... I'd just be thinking... if you had died, you'd have been welcome to share my toilet," said Myrtle, blushing silver. "Urgh!" said Ron... "Harry! I think Myrtle's grown fond of you! You've got competition, Ginny!"
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humor
myrtle
ron
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If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride. -Lady Georgina Maitland-
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george
harry
wish
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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They were already out of her lands, and in another day Yorkshire would be behind them altogether. By the end of the week she'd be in London, resuming her life as if this trip had never happened. Three or four months from now, Harry, acting as her land steward, might write to ask if she wanted him to present his report on her lands in person. And she, having just returned from another soiree, might turn the letter over in her hand and muse, Harry Pye. Why, I once lay in his arms. I looked up into his illuminated face as he joined his flesh with mine, and I was alive. She might toss the letter on her desk and think, But that was so long ago now and in a different place. Perhaps it was only a dream. She might think that. George closed her eyes. Somehow she knew that there would never come a day when Harry Pye was not her first memory when she woke and her last thought as she drifted into sleep. She would remember him all the days of her life. Remember and regret.
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georgina
harry
loss
love
regret
remember
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