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Daniel Radcliffe dancing in A Young Doctor’s Notebook 2

It matters not what someone is b o r n, but what they grow to be.

The Golden Trio

I’m just Harry.

There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it.


Sure you can manage that broom, Potter?

Harry took his remaining hand off his broom and made a wild snatch; he felt his fingers close on the cold Snitch but was now only gripping the broom with his legs, and there was a yell from the crowd below as he headed straight for the ground, trying hard not to pass out.

With a splattering thud he hit the mud and rolled off his broom. His arm was hanging at a very strange angle; riddled with pain, he heard, as though from a distance, a good deal of whistling and shouting. He focused on the Snitch clutched in his good hand.

"Aha," he said vaguely. "We’ve won."

And he fainted.