There's A Time And A Place For

I Think It's Difficult To Be Honest About Certain Aspects Of My Work Without Acknowledging That I Have Experienced Or Felt Or Questioned Certain Of The Themes In The Books.

Only One Pair Was Still Battling, Apparently Unaware Of The New Arrival. Harry Saw Sirius Duck Bellatrix's Jet Of Red Light: He Was Laughing At Her. 'come On, You Can Do Better Than That!' He Yelled, His Voice Echoing Around The Cavernous Room. The Second Jet Of Light Hit Him Squarely In The Chest. The Laughter Had Not Quite Died From His Face, But His Eyes Widened In Shock.

They Had Reached Lockhart's Classroom...'you Could've Fried An Egg On Your Face" Said Ron. 'you'd Better Hope Creevey Doesn't Meet Ginny, Or They'll Be Starting A Harry Potter Fan Club.' 'shut Up,' Snapped Harry. The Last Thing He Needed Was For Lockhart To Hear The Phrase 'harry Potter Fan Club.

Words Are, In My Not-so-humble Opinion, Our Most Inexhaustible Source Of Magic. Capable Of Both Inflicting Injury, And Remedying It.

Ginny, Listen... I Can’t Be Involved With You Anymore. We’ve Got To Stop Seeing Each Other. We Can’t Be Together.” “it’s For Some Stupid, Noble Reason, Isn’t It?