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I Was Set Free Because My Greatest Fear Had Been Realized, And I Still Had A Daughter Who I Adored, And I Had An Old Typewriter And A Big Idea. And So Rock Bottom Became A Solid Foundation On Which I Rebuilt My Life.

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

And Hermione Was Struggling To Her Feet In The Wreckage, And Three Red-headed Men Were Grouped On The Ground Where The Wall Had Blasted Apart. Harry Grabbed Hermione's Hand As They Staggered And Stumbled Over Stone And Wood. 'no - No - No!' Someone Was Shouting. 'no! Fred! No!' And Percy Was Shaking His Brother, And Ron Was Kneeling Beside Them, And Fred's Eyes Stared Without Seeing, The Ghost Of His Last Laugh Still Etched Upon His Face.

Only One Thing Mattered: This Was Not A Horcrux. Dumbledore Had Weakened Himself By Drinking That Horrible Potion For Nothing. Harry Crumpled The Parchment In His Hand And His Eyes Burned With Tears As Behind Him Fang Began To Howl.

I Think That Perhaps If I Had Had To Slow Down The Ideas So That I Could Capture Them On Paper I Might Have Stifled Some Of Them.