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I Had The Idea Of A Boy Who Was A Wizard And Didn't Yet Know What He Was. I Never Sat Down And Wondered, "what Shall I Write About Next?". It Just Came, Fully Formed.

He Had Been So Busy Getting Away From The Library, He Hadn't Paid Attention To Where He Was Going.

She Picked Up The Book And Then Walked Back Past Him Into The Tent, But As She Did So, She Brushed The Top Of His Head Lightly With Her Hand. He Closed His Eyes At Her Touch, And Hated Himself For Wishing That What She Said Was True: That Dumbledore Had Really Cared.

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

Life, For Colin, Was One Long Brace Against Pain And Disappointment, And Everybody Apart From His Wife Was An Enemy Until Proven Otherwise.