How Thick Can You Get?

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.

Trust Me," He Said. "i Know What I'm Doing... Or At Least" -- He Strolled Confidently To The Door -- "felix Does.

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

It Is A Curious Thing, Harry, But Perhaps Those Who Are Best Suited To Power Are Those Who Have Never Sought It. Those Who, Like You, Have Leadership Thrust Upon Them, And Take Up The Mantle Because They Must, And Find To Their Own Surprise That They Wear It Well.

Hope Springs Forever.