(Too sarcastic? Is such a thing possible? [nota bene the irony here] Isty, I thought Emeline Vance was old.)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

((Why yes there is and u know what i don't know - i suppose she wasn't old cause she was in Lily Evans year i think .....))

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(Are you serious? Where did you read that? And that's not scorn; that's interest.... I do'n't remember ever reading that; which is rather amazing, as I have read 1 and 3 eight times, 2 and 4 seven times, 5 I've read I think six times, and I just finished 6 fr the third time this morning. But I do'n't remember that. Ah well, c'est la vie.)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

(Well, I just checked HP 5. it just says, "a stately-lookingwitch (in) an emerald-green shawl...".)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

)How about we just make this a post during the summer holiday? Of course, if we went to Hogwarts the post might gain momentum, but I think Mari wanted Harry and Maggie to do something.)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

((cofused now - anyway i'm moving this onto the train - i'm fed up now heh))

Izzy broke through the barrier pushing her trolly, the scarlett steam engine billowing out smoke appeared before her eyes, she smiled, this was it she was heading back home, she turned round and waited for the others to follow her before climbing aboard the train.

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As Harry was peeling potatoes in the kitchen at nNumber Twelve, Grimmauld Place, Tonks dropped by to say hello to Remus. Harry could have sworn he heard something about a ring. Margaret came down to join him, her hand heavily bandaged. "Oh, yeah- sorry about that," Harry said to her, eyeing the bandage. "Do'n't worry about it. It's in your blood. It's not your fault my dad snuffed your mum-" she stopped, horrified. Harry was so shocked, he let the paring knife fall and slice open his thumb. Sucking on it, he stared at her, scared. "Yeah, speaking of blood-" Harry trailed off, still feeling as though his aunt Petunia had smacked him with a cast-iron skillet. Oh, sorry that knife cut you," she said. Then she gasped. As she was walking towards him and had impaled her hand on a dagger inscribed with the Black crest upon the pommel. Forgetting about her hands blistering, he touched her bleeding hand with his- but she did'n't blister. "Of course," she said. "I have your blood now. I have the protection Lord Voldemort has. That you have. And now you have his blood, too. He raped my mum," she said quietly, with hatred. "I'm only surprised that he did not kill her immediately afterward." Harry had a fleeting vision, perhaps a memory. There was a flying motorbike and a giant that looked very like Rubeus Hagrid, and there was a girl- a ten- maybe eleven-year-old girl, cradling a baby in her arms. There was a heap of rubble around her. And there were two twisted corpses. Harry shuddered. He had not had good experiences with visions.

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....