Harry, This Is No Time To Be

Harry Felt Winded, As Though He Had Just Walked Into Something Heavy. He Had Last Seen Those Cool Gray Eyes Through Slits In A Death Eater’s Hood, And Last Heard That Man’s Voice Jeering In A Dark Graveyard While Lord Voldemort Tortured Him. He Could Not Believe That Lucius Malfoy Dared Look Him In The Face; He Could Not Believe That He Was Here, In The Ministry Of Magic, Or That Cornelius Fudge Was Talking To Him, When Harry Had Told Fudge Mere Weeks Ago That Malfoy Was A Death Eater.

I Think Writing About The Time In Hermione’s Life That I Write About – Growing From Childhood Into Womanhood, Literally, I Think It Brought Back To Me How Very Difficult It Is.so Much Is Expected Of You As You Become A Woman, And Often You Are Asked To Sacrifice Parts Of You In Becoming A Girl, I Would Say. Hermione Doesn’t.

If I Wasn't A Writer, I Would Be Depressed.

Which Only Goes To Show That The Best Of Us Must Sometimes Eat Our Words,' Dumbledore Went On, Smiling.

Dumbledore Watched Her Fly Away, And As Her Silvery Glow Faded He Turned Back To Snape, And His Eyes Were Full Of Tears. "after All This Time?" "always," Said Snape.