What You Fear Most Of All Is

Stop, Stop, Stop, You're Going To Poke Someone's Eye Out!

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.

Harry Looked Around; There Was Ginny Running Toward Him; She Had A Hard Blazing Look In Her Face As She Threw Her Arms Around Him. And Without Thinking, Without Planning It, Without Worrying About The Fact That Fifty People Were Watching, Harry Kissed Her. After Several Long Moments, Or It Might Have Been Half An Hour-or Possibly Several Sunlit Days- They Broke Apart.

Time Is Galleons, Little Brother.

People Ask Me If There Are Going To Be Stories Of Harry Potter As An Adult. Frankly, If I Wanted To, I Could Keep Writing Stories Until Harry Is A Senior Citizen, But I Don't Know How Many People Would Actually Want To Read About A 65 Year Old Harry Still At Hogwarts Playing Bingo With Ron And Hermione.