Parry Otter, The Chosen Boy Who -

Hey, Look — Harry’s Got A Weasley Sweater, Too!” Fred And George Were Wearing Blue Sweaters, One With A Large Yellow F On It, The Other A G. “harry’s Is Better Than Ours, Though,” Said Fred, Holding Up Harry’s Sweater. “she Obviously Makes More Of An Effort If You’re Not Family.

And This Is Nymphadora-" "don't Call Me Nymphadora, Remus," Said The Young Witch With A Shudder. "it's Tonks." "-nymphadora Tonks, Who Prefers To Be Known By Her Surname Only," Finished Lupin. "so Would You If Your Fool Of A Mother Had Called You 'nymphadora,' " Muttered Tonks.

You Do Not Seek To Kill Me, Dumbledore?" Called Voldemort, His Scarlet Eyes Narrowed. "above Such Brutality, Are You?" "we Both Know That There Are Other Ways Of Destroying A Man, Tom," Dumbledore Said Calmly. "merely Taking Your Life Would Not Satisfy Me, I Admit - " "there Is Nothing Worse Than Death, Dumbledore!" Snarled Voldemort. "you Are Quite Wrong," Said Dumbledore, Speaking As Lightly As Though They Were Discussing The Matter Over Drinks. "indeed, Your Failure To Understand That There Are Things Much Worse Than Death Has Always Been Your Greatest Weakness.

Whatever Job I Had, I Was Always Writing Like Crazy. All I Ever Liked About Offices Was Being Able To Type Up Stories On The Computer When No One Was Looking. I Was Never Paying Much Attention In Meetings Because I Was Usually Scribbling Bits Of My Latest Stories In The Margins Of The Pad Or Thinking Up Names For My Characters. This Is A Problem When You're Supposed To Be Taking Minutes Of The Meeting.

I Think The Single Biggest Thing That Money Gave Me-and Obviously I Came From A Place Where I Was A Single Mother And It Really Was Hand To Mouth At One Point. It Was Literally As Poor As You Can Get In Britain Without Being Homeless At One Point. If You've Ever Been There You Will Never, Ever Take For Granted That You Don't Need To Worry. Never.