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You Said To Us Once Before," Said Hermione Quietly, "that There Was Time To Turn Back If We Wanted To. We've Had Time, Haven't We?

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You Said To Us Once Before," Said Hermione Quietly, "that There Was Time To Turn Back If We Wanted To. We've Had Time, Haven't We?

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Bad News, Harry. I've Just Been To See Professor Mcgonagall About The Firebolt. She – Er, Got A Bit Shirty With Me. Told Me I'd Got My Priorities Wrong. Seemed To Think I Cared More About Winning The Cup Than I Do About Staying Alive. Just Because I Told Her I Didn't Care If It Threw You Off, As Long As You Caught The Snitch First.

Anything's Possible If You've Got Enough Nerve. I Was Determined To Try. I Was Determined To Try Because, Frankly, My Life Was Such A Mess At This Point, What - What Was The Worst That Could Happen? Everyone Turn Me Down? Big Deal.

I Have Never Been Remotely Ashamed Of Having Been Depressed. Never. What's To Be Ashamed Of? I Went Through A Really Rough Time And I Am Quite Proud That I Got Out Of That.

I Was A Fool!" Percy Roared, So Loudly That Lupin Nearly Dropped His Photograph. "i Was An Idiot, I Was A Pompous Prat, I Was A - A -" "ministry-loving, Family-disowning, Power-hungry Moron," Said Fred. Percy Swallowed. "yes, I Was!" "well, You Can't Say Fairer Than That," Said Fred, Holding Out His Hand To Percy.

You Could Tie My Hands To My Sides, I Suppose, But I Have To Write. For My Own Mental Health, I Need To Write.

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.

Read A Lot. Reading Really Helps. Read Anything You Can Get Your Hands On.

Why Was She Always So Craven, So Apologetic? He Had Always Seen Ruth As Separate, Good And Untainted. As A Child, His Parents Had Appeared To Him As Starkly Black And White, The One Bad And Frightening, The Other Good And Kind. Yet As He Had Grown Older, He Kept Coming Up Hard In His Mind Against Ruth's Willing Blindness, To Her Constant Apologia For His Father, To The Unshakeable Allegiance To Her False Idol.

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Well, That Was A Bit Stupid Of You,” Said Ginny Angrily, “seeing As You Don’t Know Anyone But Me Who’s Been Possessed By You-know-who, And I Can Tell You How It Feels.” Harry Remained Quite Still As The Impact Of These Words Hit Him. Then He Turned On The Spot To Face Her. “i Forgot,” He Said. “lucky You,” Said Ginny Coolly. “i’m Sorry,” Harry Said, And He Meant It.

The Middle Class Is So Funny, It's The Class I Know Best, And It's The Class Where You Find The Most Pretension, So That's What Makes The Middle Classes So Funny.

Harry, You Wonderful Boy, You Brave, Brave Man.

Cobbled Streets And No Shops Open Past Six O'clock, A Communal Life That Seemed To Revolve Around Church, And Where You Could Often Hear Bird Song And Nothing Else: Gaia Felt As Though She Had Fallen Through A Portal Into A Land Lost In Time.

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

I Heard From My Dear Friend Tiberius Ogden, That You Can Produce A Patronus? For A Bonus Point...? Harry Raised His Wand, Looked Directly At Umbridge, And Imagined Her Being Sacked. Expecto Patronum! The Silver Stag Erupted From The End Of His Wand And Cantered The Length Of The Hall.

Sword? Haven't Got A Sword. That Boy Has, Though. He'll Lend You One.

Birth And Death: There Was The Same Consciousness Of Heightened Existence And Of Her Own Elevated Importance

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

I've Never Wanted To Be A Witch, But An Alchemist, Now That's A Different Matter. To Invent This Wizard World, I've Learned A Ridiculous Amount About Alchemy. Perhaps Much Of It I'll Never Use In The Books, But I Have To Know In Detail What Magic Can And Cannot Do In Order To Set The Parameters And Establish The Stories' Internal Logic.

Ron's Indignation On His Behalf Was Worth About A Hundred Points To Him.

Do You Know What I Think, Potter?' Said Snape, Very Quietly. "i Think That You Are A Liar And A Cheat And That You Deserve Detention With Me Every Saturday Until The End Of Term. What Do You Think, Potter?

I Am Not Worried, Harry," Said Dumbledore, His Voice A Little Stronger Despite The Freezing Water. "i Am With You.

Harry Ran Upstairs To Their Dark Dormitory. He Pulled Out The Cloak And Then His Eyes Fell On The Flute Hagrid Had Given Him For Christmas. He Pocketed It To Use On Fluffy — He Didn’t Feel Much Like Singing.

The Forbidden Forest Looked As Though It Had Been Enchanted, Each Tree Smattered With Silver, And Hagrid's Cabin Looked Like An Iced Cake.

You Seem To Be Drowning Twice," Said Hermione. "oh, Am I?" Said Ron Peering Down At His Predictions. "i'd Better Change One Of Them To Getting Trampled By A Rampaging Hippogriff.

From This Point Forth, We Shall Be Leaving The Firm Foundation Of Fact And Journeying Together Through The Murky Marshes Of Memory Into Thickets Of Wildest Guesswork.

Poverty Entails Fear And Stress And Sometimes Depression. It Meets A Thousand Petty Humiliations And Hardships. Climbing Out Of Poverty By Your Own Efforts That Is Something On Which To Pride Yourself But Poverty Itself Is Romanticized By Fools.

Merlin's Pants!" Shrieked Hermione, Jumping Up And Running From The Room. "merlin's Pants?" Repeated Ron, Looking Amused. "she Must Be Really Upset.

I Am Indebted To The British Welfare State; The Very One That Mr Cameron Would Like To Replace With Charity Handouts. When My Life Hit Rock Bottom, That Safety Net, Threadbare Though It Had Become Under John Major's Government, Was There To Break The Fall. I Cannot Help Feeling, Therefore, That It Would Have Been Contemptible To Scarper For The West Indies At The First Sniff Of A Seven-figure Royalty Cheque. This, If You Like, Is My Notion Of Patriotism.

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.

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).

Love Wins. It Does Win. We Know It Wins.

I Write Nearly Every Day. Some Days I Write For Ten Or Eleven Hours. Other Days I Might Only Write For Three Hours. It Really Depends On How Fast The Ideas Are Coming.

Don't Talk To Me." "why Not?" "because I Want To Fix That In My Memory For Ever. Draco Malfoy, The Amazing Bouncing Ferret.

My Readers Have To Work With Me To Create The Experience. They Have To Bring Their Imaginations To The Story. No One Sees A Book In The Same Way, No One Sees The Characters The Same Way. As A Reader You Imagine Them In Your Own Mind. So, Together, As Author And Reader, We Have Both Created The Story.

I'm Happy To Talk In General Themes, But When We Get Down To Specifics About My Family, For Me That's Always Been Off-limits.

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.

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