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I Think What Is Probably Hard For People To Imagine Is How Wrapped Up The 17 Years' Work On Harry Potter Is With What Was Going On In My Life At The Time. I Was Mourning The Loss Of This World That I Had Written For So Long And Loved So Much. I Was Also Mourning The Retreat It Had Been From - From Ordinary Life, Which It Has Been. And It Forced Me To Look Back At 17 Years Of My Life And Remember Things.

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I Think What Is Probably Hard For People To Imagine Is How Wrapped Up The 17 Years' Work On Harry Potter Is With What Was Going On In My Life At The Time. I Was Mourning The Loss Of This World That I Had Written For So Long And Loved So Much. I Was Also Mourning The Retreat It Had Been From - From Ordinary Life, Which It Has Been. And It Forced Me To Look Back At 17 Years Of My Life And Remember Things.

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A Bag Of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. "you Want To Be Careful With Those," Ron Warned Harry. "when They Say Every Flavor, They Mean Every Flavor - You Know, You Get All The Ordinary Ones Like Chocolate And Peppermint And Marmalade, But Then You Can Get Spinach And Liver And Tripe. George Reckons He Had A Booger-flavored One Once." Ron Picked Up A Green Bean, Looked At It Carefully, And Bit Into A Corner. "bleaaargh - See? Sprouts.

The Long Game Was Ended, The Snitch Had Been Caught, It Was Time To Leave The Air.

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There Aren't That Many People Who Have Written Seven-book Series, Taken Them 17 Years. Actually Finishing Was (the) Most Remarkable Feeling I've Ever Had. (i) Couldn't Tell You Which Was Uppermost - Euphoria Or Feeling Devastated.

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Er-my-nee," Ron Croaked Unexpectedly From Between Them.

Yes, My Tiara Sets Off The Whole Thing Nicely," Said Auntie Muriel In A Rather Carrying Whisper. "but I Must Say, Ginevra's Dress Is Far Too Low-cut." Ginny Glanced Round, Grinning, Winked At Harry, Then Quickly Faced The Front Again.

Well, I Certainly Don't," Said Percy Sanctimoniously. "i Shudder To Think What The State Of My In-tray Would Be If I Was Away From Work For Five Days." "yeah, Someone Might Slip Dragon Dung In It Again, Eh, Perce?" Said Fred. "that Was A Sample Of Fertilizer From Norway!" Said Percy, Going Very Red In The Face. "it Was Nothing Personal!" "it Was," Fred Whispered To Harry As They Got Up From The Table. "we Sent It.

Funny Harry Potter

I Can Write Anywhere. I Made Up The Names Of The Characters On A Sick Bag While I Was On An Airplane. I Told This To A Group Of Kids And A Boy Said, "ah, No, That's Disgusting." And I Said, "well, I Hadn't Used The Sick Bag."

When He Straightened Up Again, There Were Six Harry Potters Gasping And Panting In Front Of Him. Fred And George Turned To Each Other And Said Together, "wow -- We're Identical!

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.

You Have To Kill A Lot Of Trees Before You Write Anything Good.

You Do Not Seek To Kill Me, Dumbledore?" Called Voldemort, His Scarlet Eyes Narrowed. "above Such Brutality, Are You?" "we Both Know That There Are Other Ways Of Destroying A Man, Tom," Dumbledore Said Calmly. "merely Taking Your Life Would Not Satisfy Me, I Admit - " "there Is Nothing Worse Than Death, Dumbledore!" Snarled Voldemort. "you Are Quite Wrong," Said Dumbledore, Speaking As Lightly As Though They Were Discussing The Matter Over Drinks. "indeed, Your Failure To Understand That There Are Things Much Worse Than Death Has Always Been Your Greatest Weakness.

Both Could Feel The Relationship Crumbling To Pieces Beneath The Weight Of Everything That Gavin Refused To Say.

Yeah 'ear 'ear," Said George, With Half A Glance At Fred, The Corner Of Whose Mouth Twitched.

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.

Death's Got An Invisibility Cloak?" Harry Interrupted Again. "so He Can Sneak Up On People," Said Ron. "sometimes He Gets Bored Of Running At Them, Flapping His Arms And Shrieking.

And Death Spoke To Them —’” “sorry,” Interjected Harry, “but Death Spoke To Them?” “it’s A Fairy Tale, Harry!” “right, Sorry. Go On.

Somewhere Out In The Darkness, A Phoenix Was Singing In A Way Harry Had Never Heard Before: A Stricken Lament Of Terrible Beauty. And Harry Felt, As He Had Felt About Phoenix Song Before, That The Music Was Inside Him, Not Without: It Was His Own Grief Turned Magically To Song.

Yes, Severus Does Seem The Type, Doesn't He? So Useful To Have Him Swooping Around Like An Overgrown Bat.

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.

Slowly, Very Slowly, He Sat Up, And As He Did So He Felt More Alive, And More Aware Of His Own Living Body Than Ever Before. Why Had He Never Appreciated What A Miracle He Was, Brain And Nerve And Bounding Heart? It Would All Be Gone...or At Least, He Would Be Gone From It. His Breath Came Slow And Deep, And His Mouth And Throat Were Completely Dry, But So Were His Eyes.

You Lose Your Individuality A Huge Amount When You Have No Money, And I Certainly Had That Experience.

Pity You Can't Attach An Extra Arm To Your [broom], Malfoy. Then It Could Catch The Snitch For You.

It's Just Hard," Harry Said Finally, In A Low Voice, "to Realize He Won't Write Me Again

He Gave Everything To Everybody. Except To Me.

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.

Everybody Finished The Song At Different Times. At Last, Only The Weasley Twins Were Left Singing Along To A Very Slow Funeral March.

Remus Lupin Was Supposed To Be On The H.i.v. Metaphor. It Was Someone Who Had Been Infected Young, Who Suffered Stigma, Who Had A Fear Of Infecting Others, Who Was Terrified He Would Pass On His Condition To His Son. And It Was A Way Of Examining Prejudice, Unwarranted Prejudice Towards A Group Of People. And Also, Examining Why People Might Become Embittered When They're Treated That Unfairly.

How Awful It Was, Thought Tessa, Remembering Fats The Toddler, The Way Tiny Ghosts Of Your Living Children Haunted Your Heart; They Could Never Know, And Would Hate It If They Did, How Their Growing Was A Constant Bereavement.

I Took A Wrong Turn On The Way To The Bathroom And Found Myself In A Beautifully Proportioned Room I Had Never Seen Before, Containing A Really Rather Magnificent Collection Of Chamberpots. When I Went Back To Investigate More Closely, I Discovered That The Room Had Vanished. But I Must Keep An Eye Out For It. Possibly It Is Only Accessible At Five Thirty In The Morning. Or It May Only Appear At The Quarter Moon - Or When The Seeker Has An Exceptionally Full Bladder.

Death Comes For Us All In The End.

Enemies Of The Heir, Beware! You'll Be Next, Mudbloods!

Of Course Not,” Said Hermione. “everything We Need Is Here On This Paper.

But I Was Willing To Embrace Mortal Life Again, Before Chasing Immortality.

Which Came First, The Phoenix Or The Flame?” "...i Think The Answer Is That A Circle Has No Beginning." "well Reasoned.

I Know How To Use A Fellytone Now.

But Who Could Bear To Know Which Stars Were Already Dead, She Thought, Blinking Up At The Night Sky; Could Anybody Stand To Know That They All Were?

Daddy, Look — One Of The Gnomes Actually Bit Me!

Well, Usually When A Person Shakes Their Head," Said Mcgonagall Coldly, "they Mean 'no.' So Unless Miss Edgecombe Is Using A Form Of Sign Language As Yet Unknown To Humans.

Probably That You're Going To Be Eaten By A Giant Marshmallow Or Something.

Whenever He Was In Company He Wanted To Get Away, And Whenever He Was Alone He Wanted Company.

Always Have A Vivid Imagination, For You Never Know When You Might Need It.

Vivid Imagination

I Think What Is Probably Hard For People To Imagine Is How Wrapped Up The 17 Years' Work On Harry Potter Is With What Was Going On In My Life At The Time. I Was Mourning The Loss Of This World That I Had Written For So Long And Loved So Much. I Was Also Mourning The Retreat It Had Been From - From Ordinary Life, Which It Has Been. And It Forced Me To Look Back At 17 Years Of My Life And Remember Things.

I Bet You’re Not Dangerous At All, Are You? Are You, You Great Ugly Brute?

Voldemort Himself Created His Worst Enemy, Just As Tyrants Everywhere Do! Have You Any Idea How Much Tyrants Fear The People They Oppress? All Of Them Realize That, One Day, Amongst Their Many Victims, There Is Sure To Be One Who Rises Against Them And Strikes Back!

With All Of Their Benefits, And There Are Many, One Of The Things I Regret About E-books Is That They Have Taken Away The Necessity Of Trawling Foreign Bookshops Or The Shelves Of Holiday Houses To Find Something To Read. I've Come Across Gems And Stinkers That Way, And Both Can Be Fun.

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