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Depression Isn't Just Being A Bit Sad. It's Feeling Nothing. It's Not Wanting To Be Alive Anymore.

Tell Me, How Is Lucius Malfoy These Days? I Expect He's Delighted His Lapdog's Working At Hogwarts, Isn't He?" "speaking Of Dogs," Said Snape Softly, "did You Know That Lucius Malfoy Recognized You Last Time You Risked A Little Jaunt Outside? Clever Idea, Black, Getting Yourself Seen On A Safe Station Platform. Gave You A Cast-iron Excuse Not To Leave Your Hidey-hole In Future, Didn't It?

I Don't Feel Quite Normal If I Haven't Written For A While. I Doubt I Will Ever Again Write Anything As Popular As The "harry" Books, But I Can Live With That Thought Quite Easily. By The Time I Stop Writing About Harry, I Will Have Lived With Him For 13 Years, And I Know It's Going To Feel Like A Bereavement. So I'll Probably Take Some Time Off To Grieve, And Then On With The Next Book!

Oh, It Can't Be A Reference To The Fact Harry's A Great Seeker, That's Way Too Obvious. There Must Be A Secret Message From Dumbledore Hidden In The Icing!

Love Wins. It Does Win. We Know It Wins.