Yeah, We’ll Call You,” Muttered Ron As

I've Never Wanted To Be A Witch, But An Alchemist, Now That's A Different Matter. To Invent This Wizard World, I've Learned A Ridiculous Amount About Alchemy. Perhaps Much Of It I'll Never Use In The Books, But I Have To Know In Detail What Magic Can And Cannot Do In Order To Set The Parameters And Establish The Stories' Internal Logic.

Dudley Thought For A Moment. It Looked Like Hard Work.

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.

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.

He Was Slumped In The Back, Gazing Out Of The Window, As Though His Parents Were Two People Who Had Picked Him Up Hitchhiking, Connected To Him Merely By Chance And Proximity.