There You Go, Harry!” Ron Shouted Over

Someone Creeping Into His Yard In The Dead Of Night? More Likely There's A Very Shell-shocked Cat Wandering Somewhere, Covered In Potato Peelings.

Kill Me Then,' Panted Harry, Who Felt No Fear At All, But Only Rage And Contempt. 'kill Me Like You Killed Him, You Coward-' Don't-' Screamed Snape, And His Face Was Suddenly Demented, Inhuman, As Though He Was In As Much Pain As The Yelping, Howling Dog Stuck In The House Behind Them- 'call Me A Coward!

Yes, It Has Made Me Happier. Finishing Them Has Made Me Happier. Before I Wrote The Potter Books, I'd Never Finished A Novel. I Came Close To Finishing Two.

I Was Just Sitting On The Train, Just Staring Out The Window At Some Cows. It Was Not The Most Inspiring Subject. When All Of A Sudden The Idea Of Harry Just Appeared In My Mind's Eye.

Ah! Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans! I Was Unfortunate Enough In My Youth To Come Across A Vomit-flavored One, And Since Then I’m Afraid I’ve Rather Lost My Liking For Them — But I Think I’ll Be Safe With A Nice Toffee, Don’t You?” He Smiled And Popped The Golden-brown Bean Into His Mouth. “alas! Ear Wax!