It Was His Own Grief Turned Magically

Hogwarts Was The First And Best Home He Had Known. He And Voldemort And Snape, The Abandoned Boys, Had All Found Home Here.

'it Only Put Me In Gryffindor,' Said Harry In A Defeated Voice, 'because I Asked Not To Go In Slytherin...' 'exactly' Said Dumbledore, Beaming Once More. 'which Makes You Very Different From Tom Riddle. It Is Our Choices, Harry, That Show What We Truly Are, Far More Than Our Abilities.'

If She Could Have Died...if She Could Have Disappeared Forever...but The Solid Surface Of Things Refused To Dissolve Around Her, And Her Body, Her Hateful Hermaphrodite's Body, Continued In Its Stubborn, Lumpen Way, To Live.

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.

Oh No You Don’t, Laddie!” Harry Spun Around. Professor Moody Was Limping Down The Marble Staircase. His Wand Was Out And It Was Pointing Right At A Pure White Ferret, Which Was Shivering On The Stone-flagged Floor, Exactly Where Malfoy Had Been Standing.