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- No. But I can save them.

Chris & Kim

I struggled for a long time with survivin'. And you - no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.

- Yeah, well...We're making it up as we go.

H e r o e s...it’s an old-fashioned notion.

There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.

Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!”

Violet, Klaus, and Sunny were intelligent children. Charming and resourceful, they had pleasant facial features, but they were extremely unlucky. Most everything that happened to them was rife with misfortune, misery, and despair. I’m sorry to tell you this...but that’s how the story goes.