Author has written 5 stories for Harry Potter. Attention: I am completely addicted to the reviewers who paste their favorite quotes of my chapters in their reviews! It's a huge compliment to hear exactly what they liked or disliked. Do it, do it! FAVORITES My children but in the FanFiction World: Of course I love Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny! That's a given isn't it? I'm starting to become fond of Blaise. If you've read Forbidden or Kitten you have already realized that I despise Pansy Parkinson. Fred and George are adorably hilarious! And of course my favorite hotty is Draco. But I'm sure you've all figured that out by now. QUOTES My Precious Slytherin Prince: "Oh how silly we’ve been!" Malfoy sneered. "We should have stroked them! Why didn’t we guess?" "Oh tremendously funny!" said Malfoy. "Really witty, giving us books that try and rip our hands off!" "You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!" "Azkaban - the wizard's prison, Goyle. Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backwards." "You'd better hurry up, they'll be waiting for 'the Chosen Captain'-- 'The Boy Who Scored'-- whatever they call you these days." "Granger, they're after Muggles," said Malfoy. "D'you want to be showing off your knickers in mid-air? Because if you do, hang around...they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh." "Who blacked your eye, Granger? I want to send them flowers." "What would you know about it Weasley, you couldn't afford the handle." Malfoy snapped back. "I suppose you and your brother's have to save up, twig by twig." "You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?"..."It's people they feel sorry for. See, there's Potter, who's got no parents. Then there's the Weasley's who've got no money-you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains." "Everyone queue up!" Malfoy roared to the crowd. "Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!" "I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!" Our Favorite Hero: "Hark who's talking" he whispered back. "Confunded anyone lately?" "I don't know who Maxime thinks she's kidding. If Hagrid's half-giant, she definitely is. Big bones... the only thing that's got bigger bones than her is a dinosaur." "Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something," "Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life?" "You can't give a Dementor the old one-two!" "Proud?" said Harry. "Are you crazy? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious..." "I realised I can’t shut myself away or crack up. It could be me next, couldn’t it? But if it is, I’ll make sure I take as many Death Eaters with me as I can and Voldemort too, if I can manage it." "Dumbledore's man through and through," said Harry. "That's right." "Wow... look at that... he's not here now! So why not have a go? They might be able to find you a double cell in Azkaban with your loser of a husband!" "Well, think back," said Harry. "Have you ever let it slip that you'd like to go out in public with the words 'My Sweetheart' round your neck?" "And they'd (the Death Eaters) love to have me," said Harry sarcastically. "We'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in." "There's no need to call me sir Professor." My Favorite Red Head: "I want to fix that in my memory forever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret..." "Can I have a look at Uranus, too, Lavender?" "Well, that clears that up," said Ron. "It would have been really annoying if you hadn't explained yourself properly." "Aaaah," said Ron, imitating Professor Trelawney's mysical whisper, "when two Neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born, Harry..." "...from now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'die, Ron, die,' I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong." "I'll make Goyle do lines, he hates writing," said Ron happily. He lowered his voice to Goyle's low grunt, mimed writing in midair. "I...must...not...look...like...a...baboon's...backside." "You need your inner eye tested if you ask me." "Yeah, Dumbledore's off his rocker all right." "When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we're going to be having a shufti to see if it's solid, aren't we, we're not going to be asking, 'Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?" Our Clever Mudblood: Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity. "Malfoy's got detention! I could sing." "Ron," said Hermione in a dignified voice, "you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet." "Grawp's about sixteen feet tall, enjoys ripping up twenty-foot pine trees, and knows me," she snorted, "as Hermy." The Mishievious Twins: "Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?" inquired George, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko's bags. "Well, he can do it if he thinks no one is watching him," said Fred, rolling his eyes. "So all we have to do is ask the crowd to turn their backs and talk among themselves every time the Quaffle goes up on his end Saturday." "You don't want to bottle your anger up like that, Harry, let it all out," said Fred, beaming. "There might be a couple people fifty miles away who didn't hear you." "Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you--" "We've got it, Percy's Head Boy badge. We're improving it." The badge now read, "Bighead Boy." "What are Fred and I? Next door neighbours?" "What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?" Our Favorite Mum: "Fine," snapped Mrs. Weasley. "Go naked. And, Harry, make sure you get a picture of him (Ron). Goodness knows I could do with a laugh." Our Favorite Grease Head: "Oh, very good," interrupted Snape, his lip curling. "Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. 'Ghosts are transparent.'" -Jill |
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