Ah, Music. A Magic Beyond All We

Sounded Like A Load Of Waffle To Me." "there Was Some Important Stuff Hidden In The Waffle.

Autumn Seemed To Arrive Suddenly That Year. The Morning Of The First September Was Crisp And Golden As An Apple.

When Filch Wasn't Guarding The Scene Of The Crime, He Was Skulking Red-eyed Through The Corridors, Lunging Out At Unsuspecting Students And Trying To Put Them In Detention For Things Like "breathing Loudly" And "looking Happy.

He Had No Memory Of Ever Being Hugged Like This, As Though By A Mother. The Full Weight Of Everything He Had Seen That Night Seemed To Fall In Upon Him As Mrs. Weasley Held Him To Her. His Mother's Face, His Father's Voice, The Sight Of Cedric, Dead On The Ground All Started Spinning In His Head Until He Could Hardly Bear It, Until He Was Screwing Up His Face Against The Howl Of Misery Fighting To Get Out Of Him.

Well, Think Back," Said Harry. "have You Ever Let It Slip That You'd Like To Go Out In Public With The Words 'my Sweetheart' Round Your Neck?