“Harry Potter has to go into the lake and find his Wheezy—”
“Find my what?”
“—and take his Wheezy back from the merpeople!”
“What’s a Wheezy?”
“Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy—Wheezy who is giving Dobby his jumper!”
Dobby plucked at the shrunken maroon sweater he was now wearing over his shorts.
“What?” Harry gasped. “They’ve got… they’ve got Ron?”
“The thing Harry Potter will miss the most, sir!” squeaked Dobby.

‘SIRIUS!’ he bellowed. ‘SIRIUS!’
‘He can’t come back, Harry,’ said Lupin, his voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry. ‘He can’t come back, because he’s d—’
‘HE – IS – NOT – DEAD!’ roared Harry. ‘SIRIUS!’

But some part of him realised, even as he fought to break free from Lupin, that Sirius had never kept him waiting before… Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him… if Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back… that he really was —

You’re not allowed to do magic outside of school. Yeah? Try me.

#me flirting

# oNcE !1!1!1!!

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004)

But remember this: You have friends here. You’re not alone.

Well, let us hope that Mr. Potter will always be around to save the day.