Daddy, Look — One Of The Gnomes

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Merlin’s Beard, Harry, You Made Me Jump,” Said Slughorn, Stopping Dead In His Tracks And Looking Wary. “how Did You Get Out Of The Castle?” “i Think Filch Must’ve Forgotten To Lock The Doors,” Said Harry Cheerfully, And Was Delighted To See Slughorn Scowl.

And Sure Enough, In Seeking To Become Superhuman This Foolhardy Young Man Renders Himself Inhuman. The Heart That He Has Locked Away Slowly Shrivels And Grows Hair, Symbolising His Own Descent To Beasthood.

He Was About To Go Home, About To Return To The Place Where He Had Had A Family. It Was In Godric’s Hollow That, But For Voldemort, He Would Have Grown Up And Spent Every School Holiday. He Could Have Invited Friends To His House. . . . He Might Even Have Had Brothers And Sisters. . . . It Would Have Been His Mother Who Had Made His Seventeenth Birthday Cake. The Life He Had Lost Had Hardly Ever Seemed So Real To Him As At This Moment, When He Knew He Was About To See The Place Where It Had Been Taken From Him.

Perfection Is Not Necessary To Make A Real And Lasting Difference To Other People's Lives.