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And Harry, With The Unerring Skill Of The Seeker, Caught The Wand In His Free Hand As Voldemort Fell Backward, Arms Splayed, The Slit Pupils Of The Scarlet Eyes Rolling Upward. Tom Riddle Hit The Floor With A Mundane Finality, His Body Feeble And Shrunken, The White Hands Empty, The Snakelike Face Vacant And Unknowing. Voldemort Was Dead, Killed By His Own Rebounding Curse, And Harry Stood With Two Wands In His Hands, Staring Down At His Enemy's Shell.

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And Harry, With The Unerring Skill Of The Seeker, Caught The Wand In His Free Hand As Voldemort Fell Backward, Arms Splayed, The Slit Pupils Of The Scarlet Eyes Rolling Upward. Tom Riddle Hit The Floor With A Mundane Finality, His Body Feeble And Shrunken, The White Hands Empty, The Snakelike Face Vacant And Unknowing. Voldemort Was Dead, Killed By His Own Rebounding Curse, And Harry Stood With Two Wands In His Hands, Staring Down At His Enemy's Shell.

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What Happened Down In The Dungeons Between You And Professor Quirrell Is A Complete Secret, So, Naturally The Whole School Knows.

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Voldemort Uses People His Enemies Are Close To. He's Already Used You As Bait Once, And That Was Just Because You're My Best Friend's Sister. Think How Much Danger You'll Be In If We Keep This Up. He'll Know, He'll Find Out. He'll Try And Get To Me Through You.

Your Great-aunt Muriel Doesn't Agree, I Just Met Her Upstairs While She Was Giving Fleur The Tiara. "she Said 'oh Dear, Is This The Muggle Born?' And Then, 'bad Posture, Skinny Ankles.'" Don't Take It Personally, She's Rude To Everyone," Said Ron. "talking About Muriel?" Inquired George, Reemerging From The Marquee With Fred. "yeah, She's Just Told Me My Ears Are Lopsided. Old Bat.

And Percy Was Shaking His Brother, And Ron Was Kneeling Beside Them, And Fred's Eyes Stared Without Seeing, The Ghost Of His Last Laugh Still Etched Upon His Face.

Look . . . At . . . Me. . . .

The Chasers Throw The Quaffle And Put It Through The Hoops To Score,” Harry Recited. “so — That’s Sort Of Like Basketball On Broomsticks With Six Hoops, Isn’t It?” “what’s Basketball?” Said Wood Curiously. “never Mind,” Said Harry Quickly.

Did You Know— Then?” Asked Harry. “did I Know That I Had Just Met The Most Dangerous Dark Wizard Of All Time? No.

Dawn Seemed To Follow Midnight With Indecent Haste.

As Ginny And Hermione Moved Closer To The Rest Of The Family, Harry Had A Clear View Of The Bodies Lying Next To Fred: Remus And Tonks, Pale And Still And Peaceful-looking, Apparently Asleep Beneath The Dark, Enchanted Ceiling.

He Was About To Go Home, About To Return To The Place Where He Had Had A Family. It Was In Godric’s Hollow That, But For Voldemort, He Would Have Grown Up And Spent Every School Holiday. He Could Have Invited Friends To His House. . . . He Might Even Have Had Brothers And Sisters. . . . It Would Have Been His Mother Who Had Made His Seventeenth Birthday Cake. The Life He Had Lost Had Hardly Ever Seemed So Real To Him As At This Moment, When He Knew He Was About To See The Place Where It Had Been Taken From Him.

I Don't Think There's Any Harm At All In Allowing A Kid To Fantasize. In Fact, I Think To Stop People From Fantasizing Is A Very Destructive Thing Indeed.

Every Writer Prefers Good Reviews Over Bad Ones, And Every Writer Wants To Have Lots Of Readers. But If It Doesn't Happen, That's Fine Too. Perhaps I Won't Throw A Party Then; I'll Simply Go Home And Keep Writing.

He Accused Me Of Being Dumbledore's Man Through And Through." "how Very Rude Of Him." "i Told Him I Was." Dumbledore Opened His Mouth To Speak And Then Closed It Again. Fawkes The Phoenix Let Out A Low, Soft, Musical Cry. To Harry's Intense Embarrassment, He Suddenly Realized That Dumbledore's Bright Blue Eyes Looked Rather Watery, And Stared Hastily At His Own Knee. When Dumbledore Spoke, However, His Voice Was Quite Steady. "i Am Very Touched, Harry.

Harry, Suffering Like This Proves You Are Still A Man! This Pain Is Part Of Being Human —” “then — I — Don’t — Want — To — Be — Human!” Harry Roared.

Instead (harry) Contented Himself With Scrawling A Note To Ron: Let's Do It Tonight.

Let My Girls Be Hermiones, Rather Than Pansy Parkinsons.

Three Turns Should Do It.

I Was Thinking The First Thing We Should Do Is Expelliarmus, You Know, The Disarming Charm. I Know It's Pretty Basic But I've Found It Really Useful -" "oh Please," Said Zacharias Smith, Rolling His Eyes And Folding His Arms. "i Don't Think Expelliarmus Is Exactly Going To Help Us Against You-know-who, Do You?" "i've Used It Against Him," Said Harry Quietly. "it Saved My Life Last June." Smith Opened His Mouth Stupidly. The Rest Of The Room Was Very Quiet. "but If You Think It's Beneath You, You Can Leave.

On Her Daughter, Jessica: Kids At Her School Will Sidle Up To Me And Say, Does Jessica Know What Happens In Book 4? Does Jessica Know The Title Of Book 4? And I Keep Saying, No! There Is No Point Kidnapping Her, Taking Her Around Back Of The Bike Shed, And Torturing Her For Information.

Killing Is Not So Easy As The Innocent Believe.

Choosing To Live In Narrow Spaces Leads To Form Of Mental Agoraphobia And That Brings Its Own Terrors. I Think The Willfully Unimaginative See More Monsters, They Are Often More Afraid. What Is More, Those Who Choose Not To Empathize Enable Real Monsters. For Without Ever Committing An Act Of Outright Evil Ourselves, We Collude Through Our Own Apathy.

I Am Proud Of Having Done What I've Done. Very Proud.

Ministry Of Magic (m.o.m) Classification. Xxxxx Known Wizard Killer / Impossible To Train Or Domesticate / Or Anything Hagrid Likes

Wit Beyond Measure Is A Man's Greatest Treasure.

Greatest Treasure

Dumbledore Paused, And Although His Voice Remained Light And Calm, And He Gave No Obvious Sign Of Anger, Harry Felt A Kind Of Chill Emanating From Him And Noticed That The Dursleys Drew Very Slightly Closer Together. “you Did Not Do As I Asked. You Have Never Treated Harry As A Son. He Has Known Nothing But Neglect And Often Cruelty At Your Hands. The Best That Can Be Said Is That He Has At Least Escaped The Appalling Damage You Have Inflicted Upon The Unfortunate Boy Sitting Between You.

Finally, The Truth. Lying With His Face Pressed Into The Dusty Carpet Of The Office Where He Had Once Thought He Was Learning The Secrets Of Victory, Harry Understood At Last That He Was Not Supposed To Survive.

Will There Ever Be An Encyclopedia? Possibly. I Would Say Two Things About The Encyclopedia: Firstly, I’ve Always Said And I Stand By It, Whenever I Do Do A Printed Encyclopedia I Would Like All The Proceeds To Go To Charity. Back In 1998 I Never Dreamt I Personally I Would Be In The Position That I Could Set Up A Large Charitable Foundation And Personally Do Things For Charity, And I’ve Done Other Charity Books Already.

Harry, Just Go Down To The Lake Tomorrow, Right, Stick Your Head In, Yell At The Merpeople To Give Back Whatever They’ve Nicked, And See If They Chuck It Out. Best You Can Do, Mate.

Part Of What Makes A Language 'alive' Is Its Constant Evolution. I Would Hate To Think Britain Would Ever Emulate France, Where They Actually Have A Learned Faculty Whose Job It Is To Attempt To Prevent The Incursion Of Foreign Words Into The Language. I Love Editing Harry With Arthur Levine, My American Editor-the Differences Between 'british English' (of Which There Must Be At Least 200 Versions) And 'american English' (ditto!) Are A Source Of Constant Interest And Amusement To Me.

There Are Plenty Of Eyewitness Accounts, Just Because You're So Narrow-minded You Need To Have Everything Shoved Under Your Nose Before You-

Yes, It Has Made Me Happier. Finishing Them Has Made Me Happier. Before I Wrote The Potter Books, I'd Never Finished A Novel. I Came Close To Finishing Two.

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