I Want To Commit The Murder I

A Dream Is Where A Boy Can Swim In The Deepest Oceans And Fly Over The Highest Clouds.

I'm Sure That I'll Never Have Another Success Like Harry Potter For The Rest Of My Life, No Matter How Many Books I Write, And No Matter Whether They're Good Or Bad.

Hermione Was Screaming Again: The Sound Went Through Harry Like Physical Pain.

As Far As Informing The Headmaster, Harry Had No Idea Where Dumbledore Went During The Summer Holidays. He Amused Himself For A Moment, Picturing Dumbledore, With His Long Silver Beard, Full-length Wizard's Robes, And Pointed Hat, Stretched Out On A Beach Somewhere, Rubbing Suntan Lotion Onto His Long Crooked Nose.

He Sobbed In Desperation At The Burden Of Fear He Carried With Him Every Day Of His Life.