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Years Ago Someone Wrote [about Me]: 'she Characterizes Molly Weasley As A Mother Who Is Only At Home Looking After The Children.' I Was Deeply Offended, Because I Until A Year Before That Had Also Been Such A Mother Who Was At Home All The Time Taking Care Of Her Child [...] What Has Lesser Status And Is More Difficult Than Raising A Child? And What Is More Important?

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Years Ago Someone Wrote

J. K. Rowling

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Years Ago Someone Wrote [about Me]: 'she Characterizes Molly Weasley As A Mother Who Is Only At Home Looking After The Children.' I Was Deeply Offended, Because I Until A Year Before That Had Also Been Such A Mother Who Was At Home All The Time Taking Care Of Her Child [...] What Has Lesser Status And Is More Difficult Than Raising A Child? And What Is More Important?

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Krystal’s Slow Passage Up The School Had Resembled The Passage Of A Goat Through The Body Of A Boa Constrictor, Being Highly Visible And Uncomfortable For Both Parties Concerned.

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

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.

Professor,” Harry Gasped. “your Bird — I Couldn’t Do Anything — He Just Caught Fire —

Where Are You Heading, If You’ve Got The Choice?” James Lifted An Invisible Sword. “‘gryffindor, Where Dwell The Brave At Heart!’ Like My Dad.” Snape Made A Small, Disparaging Noise. James Turned On Him. “got A Problem With That?” “no,” Said Snape, Though His Slight Sneer Said Otherwise. “if You’d Rather Be Brawny Than Brainy —” “where’re You Hoping To Go, Seeing As You’re Neither?” Interjected Sirius.

His Hand Closed Automatically Around The Fake Horcrux But In Spite Of Everything, In Spite Of The Dark And Twisting Path He Saw Stretching Ahead For Himself, In Spite Of The Final Meeting With Voldemort He Knew Must Come Whether In A Month In A Year Or In Ten, He Felt His Heart Lift At The Thought That There Was Still One Last Golden Day Of Peace Left To Enjoy With Ron And Hermione.

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

Why Had He Never Appreciated The Miracle That He Was, Brain And Nerve And Bounding Heart?

No, Thanks," Said Harry. "the Toilet's Never Had Anything As Horrible As Your Head Down It— It Might Be Sick." Then He Ran, Before Dudley Could Work Out What He'd Said.

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

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

Odd Words Floated Back To Them Over The Hundreds Of Heads. "nobility Of Spirit"..."intellectual Contribution"..."greatness Of Heart"...it Did Not Mean Very Much. It Had Little To Do With Dumbledore As Harry Had Known Him. He Suddenly Remembered Dumbledore's Idea Of A Few Words, "nitwit," "oddment," "blubber," And "tweak," And Again Had To Suppress A Grin.

Although People Rarely Died Playing Quidditch, Referees Had Been Known To Vanish And Turn Up Months Later In The Sahara Desert.

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.

I Am Not A Particularly Thick-skinned Person.

Because - Oh Shut Up Laughing, You Two - Because They've Just Been Turned Down By Girls They Asked To The Ball!

He Read The Letter Again, But Could Not Take In Any More Meaning Than He Had Done The First Time And Was Reduced To Staring At The Handwriting Itself. She Had Made Her G's The Same Way He Did : He Searched Through The Letter For Every One Of Them, And Each Felt Like A Friendly Little Wave Glimpsed From Behind A Veil. The Letter Was An Incredible Treasure, Proof That Lily Potter Had Lived, Really Lived, That Her Warm Hand Had Once Moved Across This Parchment, Tracing Ink Into These Letters, These Words, Words About Him, Harry, Her Son.

Now, It Is The View Of The Ministry That A Theoretical Knowledge Will Be More Than Sufficient To Get You Through Your Examination, Which, After All, Is What School Is All About.

Oh, Come Off It,” Said Ron, Striding Over To Her And Whipping Her Results Out Of Her Hand. “yep— Ten ‘outstandings’ And One ‘exceeds Expectations’ At Defense Against The Dark Arts.” He Looked Down At Her, Half-amused, Half-exasperated. “you’re Actually Disappointed, Aren’t You?

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

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. . . .

Choose What To Believe. He Wanted The Truth. Why Was Everybody So Determined That He Should Not Get It.

Your Aunt And Uncle Will Be Proud, Though, Won't They?" Said Hermione As They Got Off The Train And Joined The Crowd Thronging Toward The Enchanted Barrier. "when They Hear What You Did This Year?" "proud?" Said Harry. "are You Crazy? All Those Times I Could've Died, And I Didn't Manage It? They'll Be Furious.

Oh Well... I'd Just Been Thinking, If You Had Died, You'd Have Been Welcome To Share My Toilet.

Krystal Flung Herself Violently Off The Chair, Away From Her Mother. She Was Surprised To Feel Warm Liquid Flowing Down Her Cheeks, And Thought Confusedly Of Blood, But It Was Tears, Only Tears, Clear And Shining On Her Fingertips When She Wiped Them Away.

They Run Off Eckeltricity, Do They?" He Said Knowledgeably. "ah Yes, I Can See The Plugs. I Collect Plugs," He Added To Uncle Vernon. "and Batteries. Got A Large Collection Of Batteries.

My Parents Are Muggles, Mate. They Don't Know Nothing About No Deaths At Hogwarts, Because I'm Not Stupid Enough To Tell Them.

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]

He Felt Even Angrier That Dumbledore Was Showing Signs Of Weakness. He Had No Business Being Weak When Harry Wanted To Rage And Storm At Him.

I Don't Take Any Responsibility For The Lunatic Fringes Of My Own Religion.

Jealous?...of What? I Don't Want A Foul Scar Right Across My Head, Thanks. I Don't Think Getting Your Head Cut Open Makes You That Special, Myself.

So Top Grade's O For 'outstanding,'" Hermione Was Saying, "and Then There's A-" "no, E," George Corrected Her, "e For 'exceeds Expectations.' And I've Always Thought Fred And I Should've Got E In Everything, Because We Exceeded Expectations Just By Turning Up For The Exams.

Don't Worry. You're Just As Sane As I Am.

Order Of The Phoenix

It's Going To Be All Right, Sir," Harry Said Over And Over Again, More Worried By Dumbledore's Silence Than He Had Been By His Weakened Voice. "we're Nearly There ... I Can Apparate Us Both Back ... Don't Worry ..." "i Am Not Worried, Harry," Said Dumbledore, His Voice A Little Stronger Despite The Freezing Water. "i Am With You.

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