Knocking The Shrieking Goblins Aside Like Skittles

There Is No Point In Apportioning Blame. What Is Done, Is Done.

You Never Get It Right, You People, Do You? Either We've Got Fudge, Pretending Everything's Lovely While People Get Murdered Right Under His Nose, Or We've Got You, Chucking The Wrong People Into Jail And Trying To Pretend You've Got 'the Chosen One' Working For You!

But You've Been Too Busy Saving The Wizarding World. Well ... I Can't Say I'm Surprised. I Knew This Would Happen In The End. I Knew You Wouldn't Be Happy Unless You Were Hunting Voldemort. Maybe That's Why I Like You So Much.

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.

Prongs Rode Again Last Night... You Know, Harry, In A Way, You Did See Your Father Last Night... You Found Him Inside Yourself.