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Some books represent a treasure, a basis; once read you will need them for the rest of your life.
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Some books represent a treasure, a basis; once read you will need them for the rest of your life.
It is very rare for Elves to express their opinion, for advice are dangerous gifts, even when expressed between wise people. And all roads may end in a ravine.
A professional writer is an amateur who didn't quit.
I didn't write for idiots. That's why my audience is thight.
"Albus Severus," Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Rose, who was now on the train, "you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."
"But just say..."
"...then Slytherin House will have gained an excellent student, won't it? It doesn't matter to us, Al. But if it matters to you, you'll be able to choose Gryffindor over Slytherin. The Sorting Hat takes your choice into account."
"Really?"
"It did for me," said Harry.
It is a lot easier to cry "Stop!" than to actually stop.
The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.
You're saying it wrong... It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long.
Those like me never betray, those like me have values that are stuck in the head as if they were pieces of a puzzle, where every single piece has its setting and there it must go. Nothing for them is undertone, nothing is superficial or predictable, not my friends, not my family, not the loves that wanted, that searched, and defended and endured.
Those like me give dreams, even at the cost of being left dreamless... Those like me give their soul, bcause a single soul, is like a drop of water in the desert.
We have again touched ourselves, looking in the eyes. A direct and calm look, very simple, taking into consideration the embarrassment that usually is created in similar situations. Simple like the kiss that you give to a child when it comes to show you a wound. The heart breaks to the thought that an adult can be looked like this. [...] We would want to separate but we are not able, and in both eyes other frames of find open in depth. I think how a similar moment reminds me the moment of the tragedy, after which nothing will be the same. And we, faint, grab one to another in order not to fall and we see, with strange and sad lucidity, our history. [...] From the moment in which I have begun to write you, the words are gushed out by an absolutely new point, as if a seed was set aside only for a specific beloved.