Madam Pince, Our Librarian, Tells Me That

Yes, There Are Parallels. The Difference Is That I Just Look At [my Son] David And Think That He's Absolutely Perfect, Whereas You Look At The Finished Book And You Think, 'oh, Damn It, I Should Have Changed That.' You're Never Happy. Whereas With A Baby, You're Happy. If You've Got A Perfect Baby, You're Just Grateful.

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.

This Was Their First Encounter With The Fact That A Full Stomach Meant Good Spirits; An Empty One, Bickering And Gloom.

I Had A Dream About A Motorcycle," Said Harry, Remembering Suddenly. "it Was Flying." Uncle Vernon Nearly Crashed Into The Car In Front. He Turned Right Around In His Seat And Yelled At Harry, His Face Like A Gigantic Beet With A Mustache: "motorcycles Don't Fly!" Dudley And Piers Sniggered. "i Know They Don't," Said Harry. "it Was Only A Dream.

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