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I Don't Care!" Harry Yelled At Them, Snatching Up A Lunascope And Throwing It Into The Fireplace. "i've Had Enough, I've Seen Enough, I Want Out, I Want It To End, I Don't Care Anymore!" "you Do Care," Said Dumbledore. He Had Not Flinched Or Made A Single Move To Stop Harry Demolishing His Office. His Expression Was Calm, Almost Detached. "you Care So Much You Feel As Though You Will Bleed To Death With The Pain Of It.

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I Don't Care!" Harry Yelled At Them, Snatching Up A Lunascope And Throwing It Into The Fireplace. "i've Had Enough, I've Seen Enough, I Want Out, I Want It To End, I Don't Care Anymore!" "you Do Care," Said Dumbledore. He Had Not Flinched Or Made A Single Move To Stop Harry Demolishing His Office. His Expression Was Calm, Almost Detached. "you Care So Much You Feel As Though You Will Bleed To Death With The Pain Of It.

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Twitchy Little Ferret, Aren't You, Malfoy?

Naturally Shirley Had Known, As They Slid Stock Words And Phrases Back And Forth Between Them Like Beads On An Abacus, That Howard Must Be As Brimful Of Ecstasy As She Was; But To Express These Feelings Out Loud, When The News Of Death Was Still Fresh In The Air, Would Have Been Tantamount To Dancing Naked And Shrieking Obscenities, And Howard And Shirley Were Clothed, Always, In An Invisible Layer Of Decorum That They Never Laid Aside.

I Was Supposed To Be Waiting Up Here When You Got Back, Only Your Phoenix Lot Got In The Way...” “yes, They Do That,” Said Dumbledore.

He Couldn't Know That At This Very Moment, People Meeting Up In Secret All Over The Country Were Holding Up Their Glasses And Saying In Hushed Voices: 'to Harry Potter - The Boy Who Lived!

A Dream Is Where A Boy Can Swim In The Deepest Oceans And Fly Over The Highest Clouds.

I Forgot Dumbledore Trashed Hogwarts, Refused To Resign And Ran Off To The Forest To Make Speeches To Angry Trolls.

We Can't Choose Our Fate, But We Can Choose Others. Be Careful In Knowing That.

The Fame Thing Is Interesting Because I Never Wanted To Be Famous, And I Never Dreamt I Would Be Famous....you Know I Didn't Think They'd Rake Through My Bins, I Didn't Expect To Be Photographed On The Beach Through Long Lens. I Never Dreamt It Would Impact My Daughter's Life Negatively, Which At Times It Has. It Would Be Churlish To Say There's Nothing Good About Being Famous; To Have A Total Stranger Walk Up To You As You're Walking Around Safeways, And Say A Number Of Nice Things That They Might Say About Your Work.

Aha! What Villains Are These, That Trespass Upon My Private Lands! Come To Scorn At My Fall, Perchance? Draw, You Knaves, You Dogs!

Warlock D. J. Prod Of Didsbury Says: “my Wife Used To Sneer At My Feeble Charms, But One Month Into Your Fabulous Kwikspell Course And I Succeeded In Turning Her Into A Yak! Thank You, Kwikspell!

If There Is One Thing Voldemort Cannot Understand, It Is Love.

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I Definitely Know That-that Love Is The Most Powerful Thing Of All And I Remember Thinking That-god, I'm About To Make Myself Cry But, I Remember Thinking That When 9/11 Happened Because Those Last Phone Calls Were About-the Last Thing Knowingly, That I'm Going To Say On This Earth Is 'i Love You.' What's More Powerful Than That? What's More Proof Than That? Beyond Fear, Beyond Death.

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You Have To Be Free To Fail In This World.

Of Course It Is Happening Inside Your Head, Harry, But Why On Earth Should That Mean That It Is Not Real?

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The First Story I Finished Was When I Was Six Years Old.

The Consequences Of Our Actions Are Always So Complicated, So Diverse, That Predicting The Future Is A Very Difficult Business Indeed.

We All Know That The People We Love Are Mortal, We All Know We’re Mortal, We Know It’s Going To End; You Cannot Prepare Yourself For It.

I Just Wish I’d Asked You Sooner. We Could’ve Had Ages . . . Months . . . Years Maybe. . . .

Dumbledore Was On His Feet Again, Pale As Any Of The Surrounding Inferi, But Taller Than Any Too, The Fire Dancing In His Eyes; His Wand Was Raised Like A Torch And From Its Tip Emanated The Flames, Like A Vast Lasso, Encircling Them All With Warmth.

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Well, You Split Your Soul, You See, And Hide Part Of It In An Object Outside The Body. Then, Even If One’s Body Is Attacked Or Destroyed, One Cannot Die, For Part Of The Soul Remains Earthbound And Undamaged. But Of Course, Existence In Such A Form . . .

I Have No Time To Explain Now. It Is A Thrilling Tale, I Wish To Do It Justice.

Was It Love When Somebody Filled A Space In Your Life That Yawned Inside You, Once They Had Gone?

Sounded Like A Load Of Waffle To Me." "there Was Some Important Stuff Hidden In The Waffle.

The Ministry Places A Rather Higher Value On My Life Than Yours, I’m Afraid.

Fawkes Is A Phoenix, Harry. Phoenixes Burst Into Flame When It Is Time For Them To Die And Are Reborn From The Ashes.

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I'm Not Going To Be Murdered," Harry Said Out Loud. "that's The Spirit, Dear," Said His Mirror Sleepily.

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Failure Is So Important. We Speak About Success All The Time. It Is The Ability To Resist Failure Or Use Failure That Often Leads To Greater Success. I've Met People Who Don't Want To Try For Fear Of Failing.

They See Hermione As Someone Who Is Not Vulnerable, But I See Her As Someone Who Does Have Quite A Lot Of Vulnerability In Her Personality.

Bangs And Smoke Were More Often The Marks Of Ineptitude Than Expertise.

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This Liberating Discovery Enables Me To Proceed Without Any Fear That I Might Inadvertently Influence You To Abandon Promising Careers In Business, Law Or Politics For The Giddy Delights Of Becoming A Gay Wizard.

Once, Long Ago, Parminder Had Told Barry The Story Of Bhai Kanhaiya, The Sikh Hero Who Had Administered To The Needs Of Those Wounded In Combat, Whether Friend Or Fo. When Asked Why He Gave Aid Indiscriminately, Bahai Kanhaiya Had Replied That The Light Of God Shone From Every Soul, And That He Had Been Unable To Distinguish Between Them.

I Can't Give A Professor Love!

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It Is Impossible To Manufacture Or Imitate Love.

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Dudley Thought For A Moment. It Looked Like Hard Work.

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Whatever Happens To Your Body, Your Soul Will Survive, Untouched.

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Ron, We're Supposed To Show The First Years Where To Go!" "oh Yeah," Said Ron, Who Had Obviously Forgotten. "hey -- Hey You Lot! Midgets!

I See A Light In The Kitchen. Let Us Not Deprive Molly Any Longer Of The Chance To Deplore How Thin You Are.

Dumbledore Will Only Leave From Hogwarts When There Are None Loyal To Him!

The Wand Chooses The Wizard.

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As Our Listeners Will Know, Unless They've Taken Refuge At The Bottom Of A Garden Pond Or Somewhere Similar, You-know-who's Strategy Of Remaining In The Shadows Is Creating A Nice Little Climate Of Panic.

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Why Were You Lurking Under Our Window?" "yes - Yes, Good Point, Petunia! What Were You Doing Under Our Windows, Boy?" "listening To The News," Said Harry In A Resigned Voice. His Aunt And Uncle Exchanged Looks Of Outrage. "listening To The News! Again?" "well, It Changes Every Day, You See," Said Harry.

Do You Mean Ter Tell Me," He Growled At The Dursleys, "that This Boy—this Boy!—knows Nothin' Abou'—about Anything?" Harry Thought This Was Going A Bit Far. He Had Been To School, After All, And His Marks Weren't Bad. I Know Some Things," He Said. "i Can, You Know, Do Math And Stuff.

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You'd Think I Walk Around With My Eyes Shut, Banging Off The Walls.

Daddy's Gone Mad, Hasn't He?

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A Good First Impression Can Work Wonders

First Impression

If Ever I Expected To Come Face To Face With An Angry Christian Fundamentalist, It Wasn't In Fao Schwarz.

Enter, Stranger, But Take Heed Of What Awaits The Sin Of Greed, For Those Who Take, But Do Not Earn, Must Pay Most Dearly In Their Turn. So If You Seek Beneath Our Floors A Treasure That Was Never Yours, Thief, You Have Been Warned, Beware Of Finding More Than Treasure There.

Oh, Don’t Lie, Harry,” She Said Impatiently. “ron And Ginny Say You’ve Been Hiding From Everyone Since You Got Back From St. Mungo’s.” “they Do, Do They?” Said Harry, Glaring At Ron And Ginny. Ron Looked Down At His Feet But Ginny Seemed Quite Unabashed. “well, You Have!” She Said. “and You Won’t Look At Any Of Us!” “it’s You Lot Who Won’t Look At Me!” Said Harry Angrily. “maybe You’re Taking It In Turns To Look And Keep Missing Each Other,” Suggested Hermione, The Corners Of Her Mouth Twitching.

Yet, Sadly, Accidental Rudeness Occurs Alarmingly Often. Best To Say Nothing At All, My Dear Man.

No Man Or Woman Alive, Magical Or Not, Has Ever Escaped Some Form Of Injury, Whether Physical, Mental, Or Emotional. To Hurt Is As Human As To Breathe.

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.

Read As Much As You Possibly Can. Nothing Will Help You As Much As Reading And You'll Go Through A Phase Where You Will Imitate Your Favorite Writers And That's Fine Because That's A Learning Experience Too.

He Dreamed Of London And Of A Life That Mattered.

Interesting Theory. Has Anyone Ever Tried Sticking A Sword In Voldemort? Maybe The Ministry Should Put Some People Onto That, Instead Of Wasting Their Time Stripping Down Deluminators Or Covering Up Breakouts From Azkaban.

I Think They Ought To Know. You Do Them A Disservice By Not Confiding Something This Important To Them.” “i Didn’t Want —” “— To Worry Or Frighten Them?” Said Dumbledore, Surveying Harry Over The Top Of His Half-moon Spectacles. “or Perhaps, To Confess That You Yourself Are Worried And Frightened? You Need Your Friends, Harry. As You So Rightly Said, Sirius Would Not Have Wanted You To Shut Yourself Away.

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Nasty Temper He's Got, That Sirius Black.

Your Wheezy, Sir, Your Wheezy — Wheezy Who Is Giving Dobby His Sweater!

I'm Very Frustrated By Fear Of Imagination. I Don't Think That's Healthy.

The Thing About Fantasy - There Are Certain Things You Just Don't Do In Fantasy.

Everyone Wanted My Emotions To Be Very Simple. They Wanted Me To Say, "i Was Poor And I Was Unhappy, And Now I've Got Money And I'm Really Happy."

Don't Be Stupid, It's A Flying House!

If You Choose To Use Your Status And Influence To Raise Your Voice On Behalf Of Those Who Have No Voice; If You Choose To Identify Not Only With The Powerful, But With The Powerless; If You Retain The Ability To Imagine Yourself Into The Lives Of Those Who Do Not Have Your Advantages, Then It Will Not Only Be Your Proud Families Who Celebrate Your Existence, But Thousands And Millions Of People Whose Reality You Have Helped Transform For The Better. We Do Not Need Magic To Change The World, We Carry All The Power We Need Inside Ourselves Already: We Have The Power To Imagine Better.

There Is Plenty Of Ambitious Competition And Hypocrisy In The Middle Class, Which Makes It A Rather Fertile Environment For A Writer.

I've Got Plenty Of Money, More Money Than I Ever Dreamed I Would Have. But I Am Not A Billionaire.

I Believe Your Friends Misters Fred And George Weasley Were Responsible For Trying To Send You A Toilet Seat. No Doubt They Thought It Would Amuse You.

Turn To Page Three Hundred And Ninety-four.

There's Always Room For A Story That Can Transport People To Another Place.

Professor Trelawney: "everything Went Pitch-black And The Next Thing I Knew I Was Being Hurled Headfirst Out Of The Room!" Harry Potter: "and You Didn’t See That Coming?" Professor Trelawney: "no, As I Say It Was Pitch — ” [glares At Harry Angrily]

We Shall Trespass Upon Your Aunt And Uncle's Hospitality Only A Little Longer.' You Will, Will You?' Yes,' Said Dumbledore Simply, 'i Shall.

Dudley Had Reached Roughly The Size And Weight Of A Young Killer Whale.

And This Is Nymphadora-" "don't Call Me Nymphadora, Remus," Said The Young Witch With A Shudder. "it's Tonks." "-nymphadora Tonks, Who Prefers To Be Known By Her Surname Only," Finished Lupin. "so Would You If Your Fool Of A Mother Had Called You 'nymphadora,' " Muttered Tonks.

You Have To Resign Yourself To The Fact That You Waste A Lot Of Trees Before You Write Anything You Really Like, And That's Just The Way It Is. It's Like Learning An Instrument, You've Got To Be Prepared For Hitting Wrong Notes Occasionally, Or Quite A Lot, Cause I Wrote An Awful Lot Before I Wrote Anything I Was Really Happy With. And Read A Lot. Reading Really Helps. Read Anything You Can Get Your Hands On.

... There Are Far, Far Worse Things In The Living World Than Dying.

It Is One Of The Most Hauntingly Beautiful Places In The World, The History Is Fascinating, The Men Are Handsome And The Whisky Is Delicious. But Don't Eat The Macaroni Pies.

Let Me Out," Harry Said Again. "no," Dumbledore Repeated. "if You Don't - If You Keep Me In Here - If You Don't Let Me-" "by All Means Continue Destroying My Possessions," Said Dumbledore. "i Daresay I Have Too Many.

All's Fair In Love And War," Said Ron Brightly, "and This Is A Bit Of Both.

I Don't Think I Am Evangelical In My Work.

Go On, Have A Pasty," Said Harry, Who Had Never Had Anything To Share Before Or, Indeed, Anyone To Share It With. It Was A Nice Feeling, Sitting There With Ron, Eating Their Way Through All Harry's Pasties, Cakes, And Candies (the Sandwiches Lay Forgotten).

Gavin Saw A Grave Purely As A Marker For The Place Where A Corpse Was Decomposing; A Nasty Thought, Yet People Took It Into Their Heads To Visit And Bring Flowers, As Though It Might Yet Recover.

I Was Just Sitting On The Train, Just Staring Out The Window At Some Cows. It Was Not The Most Inspiring Subject. When All Of A Sudden The Idea Of Harry Just Appeared In My Mind's Eye.

Like A Tongue On Frozen Steel, Like Flesh In Flame —

Of Course We Still Want To Know You!" Harry Said, Staring At Hagrid. "you Don't Think Anything That Skeeter Cow - Sorry, Professor," He Added Quickly, Looking At Dumbledore. "i Have Gone Temporarily Deaf And Haven't Any Idea What You Said, Harry," Said Dumbledore, Twiddling His Thumbs And Staring At The Ceiling.

The Dedication Of This Book Is Split Seven Ways: To Neil, To Jessica, To David, To Kenzie, To Di, To Anne, And To You, If You Have Stuck With Harry Until The Very End.

Writing For Me Is A Kind Of Compulsion, So I Don't Think Anyone Could Have Made Me Do It, Or Prevented Me From Doing It.

It Was, He Thought, The Difference Between Being Dragged Into The Arena To Face A Battle To The Death And Walking Into The Arena With Your Head Held High. Some People, Perhaps, Would Say That There Was Little To Choose Between The Two Ways, But Dumbledore Knew - And So Do I, Thought Harry, With A Rush Of Fierce Pride, And So Did My Parents - That There Was All The Difference In The World.

Ron And Hermione Were Still Smirking And Harry Felt His Temper Rise; He Wasn’t Even Sure Why He Was Feeling So Angry. “don’t Sit There Grinning Like You Know Better Than I Do, I Was There, Wasn’t I?” He Said Heatedly. “i Know What Went On, All Right? And I Didn’t Get Through Any Of That Because I Was Brilliant At Defense Against The Dark Arts, I Got Through It All Because — Because Help Came At The Right Time, Or Because I Guessed Right — But I Just Blundered Through It All, I Didn’t Have A Clue What I Was Doing — Stop Laughing!

Their Reward For Enduring The Awful Experience Was The Right To Tell People About It.

The Inner Eye Does Not See Upon Command.

I Have Spied For You And Lied For You, Put Myself In Mortal Danger For You. Everything Was Supposed To Be To Keep Lily Potter’s Son Safe. Now You Tell Me You Have Been Raising Him Like A Pig For Slaughter —

Harry Looked Around; There Was Ginny Running Toward Him; She Had A Hard Blazing Look In Her Face As She Threw Her Arms Around Him. And Without Thinking, Without Planning It, Without Worrying About The Fact That Fifty People Were Watching, Harry Kissed Her. After Several Long Moments, Or It Might Have Been Half An Hour-or Possibly Several Sunlit Days- They Broke Apart.

He [uncle Vernon] Held Up The Envelope In Which Mrs. Weasley’s Letter Had Come, And Harry Had To Fight Down A Laugh. Every Bit Of It Was Covered In Stamps Except For A Square Inch On The Front, Into Which Mrs. Weasley Had Squeezed The Dursleys’ Address In Minute Writing. “she Did Put Enough Stamps On, Then,” Said Harry, Trying To Sound As Though Mrs. Weasley’s Was A Mistake Anyone Could Make.

Half An Hour Later, Each Of Them Had Been Given A Complicated Circular Chart, And Was Attempting To Fill In The Position Of The Planets At Their Moment Of Birth. It Was Dull Work, Requiring Much Consultation Of Timetables And Calculation Of Angles. “i’ve Got Two Neptunes Here,” Said Harry After A While, Frowning Down At His Piece Of Parchment, “that Can’t Be Right, Can It?” “aaaaah,” Said Ron, Imitating Professor Trelawney’s Mystical Whisper, “when Two Neptunes Appear In The Sky, It Is A Sure Sign That A Midget In Glasses Is Being Born, Harry . . .

The Death Eaters Can't All Be Pure-blood, There Aren't Enough Pure-blood Wizards Left," Said Hermione Stubbornly. "i Expect Most Of Them Are Half-bloods Pretending To Be Pure. It's Only Muggle-borns They Hate, They'd Be Quite Happy To Let You And Ron Join Up" "there Is No Way They'd Let Me Be A Death Eater!" Said Ron Indignantly...."my Whole Family Are Blood Traitors! That's As Bad As Muggle-borns To Death Eaters!" "and They'd Love To Have Me," Said Harry Sarcastically. "we'd Be Best Pals If They Didn't Keep Trying To Do Me In.

I'm A Very Distracted Person.

Seven Years After Becoming A Lone Parent, I Feel Qualified To Look Anyone In The Eye And Say That People Bringing Up Children Single-handedly Deserve, Not Condemnation, But Congratulation.

Congratulations

I Loathe People Who Say, 'i Always Read The Ending Of The Book First.' That Really Irritates Me, It's Like Someone Coming To Dinner, Just Opening The Fridge And Eating Pudding, While You're Standing There Still Working On The Starter. It's Not On.

It Was Important, Dumbledore Said, To Fight, And Fight Again, And Keep Fighting, For Only Then Could Evil Be Kept At Bay, Though Never Quite Eradicated. . . .

Oh, That,' Said Ginny, Giggling. 'well-percy's Got A Girlfriend.' Fred Dropped A Stack Of Books On George's Head. 'what?' 'it's That Ravenclaw Prefect, Penelope Clearwater,' Said Ginny. 'that's Who He Was Writing To All Last Summer. He's Been Meeting Her All Over The School In Secret. I Walked In On Them Kissing In An Empty Classroom One Day. He Was So Upset When She Was-you Know-attacked. You Won't Tease Him, Will You?' She Added Anxiously. 'wouldn't Dream Of It,' Said Fred, Who Was Looking Like His Birthday Had Come Early.

Once Again You've Put Your Keen And Penetrating Mind To The Task And As Usual Come To The Wrong Conclusion!

Mclaggen Makes Grawp Look Like A Gentleman.

During The First Five Years That I Was Writing The Series, I Made Plans And Wrote Small Pieces Of All The Books. I Concentrate On One Book At A Time, Though Occasionally I Will Get An Idea For A Future Book And Scribble It Down For Future Reference.

He Has Never Wanted To Occupy The Throne Himself; He Prefers The Back Seat - More Room To Spread Out, You See.

Only One Pair Was Still Battling, Apparently Unaware Of The New Arrival. Harry Saw Sirius Duck Bellatrix's Jet Of Red Light: He Was Laughing At Her. 'come On, You Can Do Better Than That!' He Yelled, His Voice Echoing Around The Cavernous Room. The Second Jet Of Light Hit Him Squarely In The Chest. The Laughter Had Not Quite Died From His Face, But His Eyes Widened In Shock.

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.

There Is No Part Of Me That Feels That I Represented Myself As Your Children’s Babysitter Or Their Teacher. I Was Always, I Think, Completely Honest. I’m A Writer, And I Will Write What I Want To Write.

I Am Prouder Of My Years As A Single Mother Than Of Any Other Part Of My Life.

Twilight Fell: The Sky Turned To A Light, Dusky Purple Littered With Tiny Silver Stars.

My Head Of House Said I Lacked Certain Necessary Qualities...like The Ability To Behave Myself.

I Knew I Could Do It All This Time,” Said Harry, “because I'd Already Done It... Does That Make Sense?

You Know, Minister, I Disagree With Dumbledore On Many Counts...but You Cannot Deny He's Got Style.

The Best Of Us Must Sometimes Eat Our Words.

'-mediocre, Arrogant As His Father, A Determined Rule-breaker, Delighted To Find Himself Famous, Attention-seeking And Impertinent -' Said Severus. 'you See What You Expect To See, Severus.' Said Dumbledore.

The Ones That Love Us Never Really Leave Us.

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Books Are Like Mirrors: If A Fool Looks In, You Cannot Expect A Genius To Look Out.

Yeah You Can Have A Word," Said Harry Savagely. "good-bye.

Whether You Come Back By Page Or By The Big Screen, Hogwarts Will Always Be There To Welcome You Home.

We Let Off A Dungbomb In The Corridor And It Upset Him For Some Reason—" "so He Hauled Us Off To His Office And Started Threatening Us With The Usual—" "—detention—" "—disembowelment—

I Sometimes Find, And I Am Sure You Know The Feeling, That I Simply Have Too Many Thoughts And Memories Crammed Into My Mind.

Stone Dead," Said Howard, As Though There Were Degrees Of Deadness, And The Kind That Barry Fairbrother Had Contracted Was Particularly Sordid.

What Must Strike Any Intelligent Witch Or Wizard On Studying The So-called History Of The Elder Wand Is That Every Man Who Claims To Have Owned It Has Insisted That It Is "unbeatable," When The Known Facts Of Its Passage Through Many Owners' Hands Demonstrate That Has It Not Only Been Beaten Hundreds Of Times, But That It Also Attracts Trouble As Grumble The Grubby Goat Attracted Flies.

The Fates Have Informed Me That Your Examination In June Will Concern The Orb, And I Am Anxious To Give You Sufficient Practice. Hermione Snorted. "well Honestly... 'the Fates Have Informed Her'... Who Sets The Exam? She Does!

The Realization Of What Would Happen Next Settled Gradually Over Harry In The Long Minutes, Like Softly Falling Snow. "i've Got To Go Back, Haven't I?" "that Is Up To You." "i've Got A Choice?" "oh Yes." Dumbledore Smiled At Him. "we Are In King's Cross, You Say? I Think That If You Decided Not To Go Back, You Would Be Able To…let's Say…board A Train." "and Where Would It Take Me?" "on," Said Dumbledore Simply.

You Will Find That I Will Only Truly Have Left This School When None Here Are Loyal To Me.

Sometimes, If She Simply Remained Quiet, And Let The Inadequacy Of His Excuses Reverberate On The Air, He Became Ashamed And Backtracked.

I'm Not Putting Them On,” Said Old Archie In Indignation. “i Like A Healthy Breeze 'round My Privates, Thanks.

Brains Like That, You Could Be A Death Eater, Son.

Differences Of Habit And Language Are Nothing At All If Our Aims Are Identical And Our Hearts Are Open.

If He Doesn't Stop Trying To Save Your Life He's Going To Kill You.

I Just Wondered Where You —” Ron Broke Off, Shrugging. “nothing. I’m Going Back To Bed.” “just Thought You’d Come Nosing Around, Did You?” Harry Shouted. He Knew That Ron Had No Idea What He’d Walked In On, Knew He Hadn’t Done It On Purpose, But He Didn’t Care — At This Moment He Hated Everything About Ron, Right Down To The Several Inches Of Bare Ankle Showing Beneath His Pajama Trousers.

There Had Been No More Attacks Since Those On Justin And Nearly Headless Nick, And Madam Pomfrey Was Pleased To Report That The Mandrakes Were Becoming Moody And Secretive, Meaning That They Were Fast Leaving Childhood.

It Is Not About Striving For Immortality, But About Accepting Mortality.

Howard And Shirley Were Clothed, Always, In An Invisible Layer Of Decorum That They Never Laid Aside.

I’m Very Busy With Schoolwork, Of Course." "how Can She Be?" Said Ron In Horror. "we’re On Vacation!

That Old Berk," Muttered Aberforth, Taking Another Swig Of Mead. "thought The Sun Shone Out Of My Brother's Every Orifice, He Did.

Harry And Hermione Are Very Platonic Friends. But I Won't Answer For Anyone Else, Nudge-nudge Wink-wink!

It Is My Baby And If I Want To Bring It Out To Play Again, I Will.

There. Maybe If You're Lucky, You'll Get A Scar! That's What You Want, Isn't It?

Whatever Money You Might Have, Self-worth Really Lies In Finding Out What You Do Best.

The Mind Is Not A Book, To Be Opened At Will And Examined At Leisure. Thoughts Are Not Etched On The Inside Of Skulls, To Be Perused By An Invader. The Mind Is A Complex And Many-layered Thing.

Just Because You’re Allowed To Use Magic Now You Don’t Have To Whip Your Wands Out For Every Tiny Little Thing!

We Did It, We Bashed Them Wee Potter's The One, And Voldy's Gone Moldy, So Now Let's Have Fun!

I Find That Discussing An Idea Out Loud Is Often The Way To Kill It Stone Dead.

Be Ruthless About Protecting Writing Days, I.e., Do Not Cave In To Endless Requests To Have "essential" And "long Overdue" Meetings On Those Days. The Funny Thing Is That, Although Writing Has Been My Actual Job For Several Years Now, I Still Seem To Have To Fight For Time In Which To Do It. Some People Do Not Seem To Grasp That I Still Have To Sit Down In Peace And Write The Books, Apparently Believing That They Pop Up Like Mushrooms Without My Connivance. I Must Therefore Guard The Time Allotted To Writing As A Hungarian Horntail Guards Its Firstborn Egg.

How Do You Feel, Georgie?" Whispered Mrs. Weasley. George's Fingers Groped For The Side Of His Head. "saintlike," He Murmured. "what's Wrong With Him?" Croaked Fred, Looking Terrified. "is His Mind Affected?" "saintlike," Repeated George, Opening His Eyes And Looking Up At His Brother. "you See...i'm Holey, Fred, Geddit?

Why Are You Worrying About You-know-who, When You Should Be Worrying About You-no-poo? The Constipation Sensation That's Gripping The Nation!

The Spells Are Made Up. I Have Met People Who Assure Me, Very Seriously, That They Are Trying To Do Them, And I Can Assure Them, Just As Seriously, That They Don’t Work.

Silence Fell Between The Four Of Them As They Looked Up At The Sky. There Was No Sign Of Movement, The Stars Stared Back, Unblinking, Indifferent, Unobscured By Flying Friends. Where Was Ron? Where Were Fred And Mr Weasley? Where Were Bill, Fleur, Tonks, Mad Eye, Mundungus?

I Will Be Sharing Additional Information I've Been Hoarding For Years About The World Of Harry Potter

You Will Also Find That Help Will Always Be Given At Hogwarts To Those Who Ask For It.

Inspirational Harry Potter

Decent People Are So Easy To Manipulate, Potter.

Yeah, We’ll Call You,” Muttered Ron As The Knight Disappeared, “if We Ever Need Someone Mental.

The Mistake Ninety-nine Percent Of Humanity Made, As Far As Fats Could See, Was Being Ashamed Of What They Were; Lying About It, Trying To Be Somebody Else.

Personally, I'd Have Welcomed A Dementor Attack. A Deadly Struggle For My Soul Would Have Broken The Monotony Nicely.

She Navigated Away From The Parish Council Message Board And Dropped Into Her Favorite Medical Website, Where She Painstakingly Entered The Words "brain" And "death" In The Search Box. The Suggestions Were Endless. Shirley Scrolled Through The Possibilities, Her Mild Eyes Rolling Up And Down, Wondering To Which Of These Deadly Conditions, Some Of Them Unpronounceable, She Owed Her Present Happiness.

The Fame Thing Is Interesting Because I Never Wanted To Be Famous, And I Never Dreamt I Would Be Famous. You Know, My Fantasy Of Being A Famous Writer, And Again There's A Slight Disconnect With Reality Which Happens A Lot With Me. I Imagined Being A Famous Writer Would Be Like Being Like Jane Austen.

Just Then Neville Caused A Slight Diversion By Turning Into A Large Canary.

Well, I'm Sure You'll Find Someone Somewhere Who'll Have You.

Gotta Bone Ter Pick With Yeh. I've Heard You've Bin Givin' Out Signed Photos. How Come I Haven't Got One?

So That's Little Scorpious. Make Sure You Beat Him In Every Test, Rosie. Thank God You've Inherited Your Mother's Brains.

Hedwig Didn't Return Until The End Of The Easter Holidays. Percy's Letter Was Enclosed In A Package Of Easter Eggs That Mrs. Weasley Had Sent. Both Harry's And Ron's Were The Size Of Dragon Eggs, And Full Of Home-made Toffee. Hermione's, However, Was Smaller Than A Chicken's Egg. Her Face Fell When She Saw It. "your Mum Doesn't Read Witch's Weekly, By Any Chance, Does She, Ron?" She Asked Quietly. "yeah," Said Ron, Whose Mouth Was Full Of Toffee. "gets It For The Recipes." Hermione Looked Sadly At Her Tiny Egg.

Strange How Short-sighted Being Invisible Can Make You.

I Won't Blast People Out Of My Way Just Because They're There' Said Harry. 'that's Voldemort's Job.

Authority Figures Always Attract Trouble

I Always Have A Basic Plot Outline, But I Like To Leave Some Things To Be Decided While I Write.

He's A Funny Man, Dumbledore. I Think He Sort Of Wanted To Give Me A Chance. I Think He Knows More Or Less Everything That Goes On Here, You Know. I Reckon He Had A Pretty Good Idea We Were Going To Try, And Instead Of Stopping Us, He Just Taught Us Enough To Help. I Don't Think It Was An Accident He Let Me Find Out How The Mirror Worked. It's Almost Like He Thought I Had The Right To Face Voldemort If I Could.

[about His Dress Robes...] I’m Never Wearing Them," Ron Was Saying Stubbornly. "never." "fine," Snapped Mrs. Weasley. "go Naked. And, Harry, Make Sure You Get A Picture Of Him. Goodness Knows I Could Do With A Laugh.

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