Hearing Voices No One Else Can Hear

I Think What Is Probably Hard For People To Imagine Is How Wrapped Up The 17 Years' Work On Harry Potter Is With What Was Going On In My Life At The Time. I Was Mourning The Loss Of This World That I Had Written For So Long And Loved So Much. I Was Also Mourning The Retreat It Had Been From - From Ordinary Life, Which It Has Been. And It Forced Me To Look Back At 17 Years Of My Life And Remember Things.

Yeah You Can Have A Word," Said Harry Savagely. "good-bye.

Long Ago, When Harry Had Been Left Alone While The Dursley's Went Out To Enjoy Themselves, The Hours Of Solitude Had Been A Rare Treat: Pausing Only To Sneak Something Tasty From The Fridge, He Had Rushed Upstairs To Play On Dudley's Computer, Or Put On The Television And Flicked Through The Channels To His Heart's Content. It Gave Him An Odd Empty Feeling To Remember Those Times; It Was Like Remembering A Younger Brother Whom He Had Lost.

Ron," Said Hermione In A Dignified Voice, "you Are The Most Insensitive Wart I Have Ever Had The Misfortune To Meet.

What’s Comin’ Will Come, An’ We’ll Meet It When It Does.