Why Are You Worrying About You-know-who, When

I Don't Believe In The Kind Of Magic In My Books. But I Do Believe Something Very Magical Can Happen When You Read A Good Book.

She Was Actively Frightened Of Imparting Confidences, Because She Feared That They Might Betray The World Of Oddness That Lived Inside Her

Remember, If The Time Should Come When You Have To Make A Choice Between What Is Right And What Is Easy, Remember What Happened To A Boy Who Was Good, And Kind, And Brave, Because He Strayed Across The Path Of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.

As He Followed Bill Back To The Others A Wry Though Came To Him, Born No Doubt Of The Wine He Had Drunk. He Seemed Set On Course To Become Just As Reckless A Godfather To Teddy Lupin As Sirius Black Had Been To Him.

Long Ago, When Harry Had Been Left Alone While The Dursley's Went Out To Enjoy Themselves, The Hours Of Solitude Had Been A Rare Treat: Pausing Only To Sneak Something Tasty From The Fridge, He Had Rushed Upstairs To Play On Dudley's Computer, Or Put On The Television And Flicked Through The Channels To His Heart's Content. It Gave Him An Odd Empty Feeling To Remember Those Times; It Was Like Remembering A Younger Brother Whom He Had Lost.