It Is Our Choices... That Show What

Once Again I Must Ask Too Much Of You, Harry.

Er — Have The Bludgers Ever Killed Anyone?” Harry Asked, Hoping He Sounded Offhand. “never At Hogwarts. We’ve Had A Couple Of Broken Jaws But Nothing Worse Than That. You Don’t Have To Worry About The Quaffle Or The Bludgers —” “— Unless They Crack My Head Open.” “don’t Worry, The Weasleys Are More Than A Match For The Bludgers — I Mean, They’re Like A Pair Of Human Bludgers Themselves.

People Ask Me If There Are Going To Be Stories Of Harry Potter As An Adult. Frankly, If I Wanted To, I Could Keep Writing Stories Until Harry Is A Senior Citizen, But I Don't Know How Many People Would Actually Want To Read About A 65 Year Old Harry Still At Hogwarts Playing Bingo With Ron And Hermione.

Dumbledore Watched Her Fly Away, And As Her Silvery Glow Faded He Turned Back To Snape, And His Eyes Were Full Of Tears. "after All This Time?" "always," Said Snape.

Twitchy Little Ferret, Aren't You, Malfoy?