Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon.

The World Had Ended, So Why Had The Battle Not Ceased, The Castle Fallen Silent In Horror, And Every Combatant Laid Down Their Arms? Harry's Mind Was In Freefall, Spinning Out Of Control, Unable To Grasp The Impossiblity, Because Fred Weasley Could Not Be Dead, The Evidence Of All His Senses Must Be Lying -

Their Reward For Enduring The Awful Experience Was The Right To Tell People About It.

And Tears Came Before He Could Stop Them, Boiling Hot Then Instantly Freezing On His Face, And What Was The Point In Wiping Them Off? Or Pretending? He Let Them Fall.

Whatever Job I Had, I Was Always Writing Like Crazy. All I Ever Liked About Offices Was Being Able To Type Up Stories On The Computer When No One Was Looking. I Was Never Paying Much Attention In Meetings Because I Was Usually Scribbling Bits Of My Latest Stories In The Margins Of The Pad Or Thinking Up Names For My Characters. This Is A Problem When You're Supposed To Be Taking Minutes Of The Meeting.

Listeners, That Brings Us To The End Of Another Potterwatch. We Don’t Know When It Will Be Possible To Broadcast Again, But You Can Be Sure We Shall Be Back. Keep Twiddling Those Dials: The Next Password Will Be ‘mad-eye.’ Keep Each Other Safe. Keep Faith. Good Night.