Hagrid. You Live In A Wooden House!

You’re Not Supposed To Dislike Your Own Child. You Were Supposed To Like Them No Matter What, Even If They Were Not What You Wanted.

Harry Is The Best Hope We Have. Trust Him.

That Evening, Dudley Paraded Around The Living Room For The Family In His Brand New Uniform...as He Looked At Dudley In His New Knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon Said Gruffly That If Was The Proudest Moment Of His Life. Aunt Petunia Burst Into Tears And Said She Couldn't Believe It Was Her Ickle Dudleykins, He Looked So Handsome And Grown-up. Harry Didn't Trust Himself To Speak. He Thought Two Of His Ribs Might Already Have Cracked From Trying Not To Laugh.

Yes, It Has Made Me Happier. Finishing Them Has Made Me Happier. Before I Wrote The Potter Books, I'd Never Finished A Novel. I Came Close To Finishing Two.

But Some Part Of Him Realized, Even As He Fought To Break Free From Lupin, That Sirius Had Never Kept Him Waiting Before. . . . Sirius Had Risked Everything, Always, To See Harry, To Help Him. . . . If Sirius Was Not Reappearing Out Of That Archway When Harry Was Yelling For Him As Though His Life Depended On It, The Only Possible Explanation Was That He Could Not Come Back. . . . That He Really Was . . .