Things We Lose Have A Way Of

I Always Have A Basic Plot Outline, But I Like To Leave Some Things To Be Decided While I Write.

He Did Not Know Or Care Whether They Were Wizards Or Muggles, Friends Or Foes; All He Cared About Was That A Dark Stain Was Spreading Across Dobby's Front, And That He Had Stretched Out His Thin Arms To Harry With A Look Of Supplication. Harry Caught Him And Laid Him Sideways On The Cool Grass. "dobby, No, Don't Die, Don't Die -" The Elf's Eyes Found Him, And His Lips Trembled With The Effort To Form Words. "harry...potter..." And Then With A Little Shudder The Elf Became Quite Still, And His Eyes Were Nothing More Than Great Glassy Orbs, Sprinkled With Light From The Stars They Could Not See.

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, And Prongs,” Sighed George, Patting The Heading Of The Map. “we Owe Them So Much.” “noble Men, Working Tirelessly To Help A New Generation Of Law-breakers,” Said Fred Solemnly.

Dumbledore Will Only Leave From Hogwarts When There Are None Loyal To Him!

The Fame Thing Is Interesting Because I Never Wanted To Be Famous, And I Never Dreamt I Would Be Famous. You Know, My Fantasy Of Being A Famous Writer, And Again There's A Slight Disconnect With Reality Which Happens A Lot With Me. I Imagined Being A Famous Writer Would Be Like Being Like Jane Austen.