He knew one thing only, and it was beyond fear or reason: He was not going to die crouching here like a child playing hide-and-seek; he was not going to die kneeling at Voldemort’s feet . . . he was… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Soon fifty-six Shield Bugs were lined up, crouching like coiled springs on the gunnels of the chicken boat.” — Angie Sage Copy Share Image
