We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.
“She’s like my sister,” he went on. “I love her like a sister and I reckon that she feels the same way about me. It’s always been like that. I thought you knew.”
Hogsmeade looked like a Christmascard; the little thatched cottages and shops were all covered in a layer of crisp snow; there were holly wreaths on the doors and strings of enchanted candles hanging in the trees.