Hermione: You! You Foul, Loathsome, Evil Little

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

Personal Happiness Lies In Knowing That Life Is Not A Checklist Of Acquisition. Your Qualifications Are Not Your Life.

There Was No Press Involvement, There Was No Pressure. Life Was Very Pure And It Became More Complicated.

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.

As He Followed Bill Back To The Others A Wry Though Came To Him, Born No Doubt Of The Wine He Had Drunk. He Seemed Set On Course To Become Just As Reckless A Godfather To Teddy Lupin As Sirius Black Had Been To Him.