She Was Actively Frightened Of Imparting Confidences,

They Were Bullyin' Him, Hermione, 'cause He's So Small!" Said Hagrid. "small?" Said Hermione. "small?" "hermione, I Couldn't Leave Him," Said Hagrid, Tears Now Trickling Down His Bruised Face Into His Beard. "see -- He's My Brother!

I Think That Emotionally, I've Probably Felt A Little Bit More Balanced When I Started Writing Again.

Yes, There Are Parallels. The Difference Is That I Just Look At [my Son] David And Think That He's Absolutely Perfect, Whereas You Look At The Finished Book And You Think, 'oh, Damn It, I Should Have Changed That.' You're Never Happy. Whereas With A Baby, You're Happy. If You've Got A Perfect Baby, You're Just Grateful.

Deliberately Causing Mayhem In Snape's Potions Class Was About As Safe As Poking A Sleeping Dragon In The Eye.

Apparently Wizards Poke Their Noses In Everywhere!