Being Fed, And Having A Soft Bed,

Dobby Is A Free Elf, And Dobby Has Come To Save Harry Potter And His Friends!

That's Right," Said Luna Encouragingly, As If They Were Back In The Room Of Requirement And This Was Simply Spell Practice For The D.a. "that's Right, Harry... Come On, Think Of Something Happy..." "something Happy?" He Said, His Voice Cracked. "we're All Still Here," She Whispered, "we're Still Fighting. Come On, Now.

I Sometimes Find, And I Am Sure You Know The Feeling, That I Simply Have Too Many Thoughts And Memories Crammed Into My Mind. “at These Times, I Use The Pensieve. One Simply Siphons The Excess Thoughts From One’s Mind, Pours Them Into The Basin, And Examines Them At One’s Leisure. It Becomes Easier To Spot Patterns And Links, You Understand, When They Are In This Form.

Never Trust Anything That Can Think For Itself If You Can't See Where It Keeps Its Brain.

Where Is Wood?" Said Harry, Suddenly Realizing He Wasn't There. "still In The Showers," Said Fred. "we Think He's Trying To Drown Himself.