Your Hair Is Much Too Long, Ronald,

Seven Years After Becoming A Lone Parent, I Feel Qualified To Look Anyone In The Eye And Say That People Bringing Up Children Single-handedly Deserve, Not Condemnation, But Congratulation.

Makes A Diff'rence, Havin' A Decent Family,' He Said. 'me Dad Was Decent. An' Your Mum An' Dad Were Decent. If They'd Lived, Life Woulda Bin Diff'rent, Eh?' 'yeah, I S'pose,' Said Harry Cautiously. Hagrid Seemed To Be In A Very Strange Mood. 'family,' Said Hagrid Gloomily. 'whatever Yeh Say, Blood's Important.

The World Had Ended, So Why Had The Battle Not Ceased, The Castle Fallen Silent In Horror, And Every Combatant Laid Down Their Arms? Harry's Mind Was In Freefall, Spinning Out Of Control, Unable To Grasp The Impossiblity, Because Fred Weasley Could Not Be Dead, The Evidence Of All His Senses Must Be Lying -

He Was Tall, Thin, And Very Old, Judging By The Silver Of His Hair And Beard, Which Were Both Long Enough To Tuck Into His Belt. He Was Wearing Long Robes, A Purple Cloak That Swept The Ground, And High-heeled, Buckled Boots. His Blue Eyes Were Light, Bright, And Sparkling Behind Half-moon Spectacles And His Nose Was Very Long And Crooked, As Though It Had Been Broken At Least Twice. This Man's Name Was Albus Dumbledore.

I Knew I Could Do It All This Time,” Said Harry, “because I'd Already Done It... Does That Make Sense?