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Sirius — It’s Me . . . It’s Peter . . . Your Friend . . . You Wouldn’t . . .” Black Kicked Out And Pettigrew Recoiled. “there’s Enough Filth On My Robes Without You Touching Them,” Said Black.

Luck Can Only Get You So Far.

I Don't Read 'chick Lit,' Fantasy Or Science Fiction But I'll Give Any Book A Chance If It's Lying There And I've Got Half An Hour To Kill.

And Hermione Was Struggling To Her Feet In The Wreckage, And Three Red-headed Men Were Grouped On The Ground Where The Wall Had Blasted Apart. Harry Grabbed Hermione's Hand As They Staggered And Stumbled Over Stone And Wood. 'no - No - No!' Someone Was Shouting. 'no! Fred! No!' And Percy Was Shaking His Brother, And Ron Was Kneeling Beside Them, And Fred's Eyes Stared Without Seeing, The Ghost Of His Last Laugh Still Etched Upon His Face.

I've Been Asked This Question So Many Times, Do You Feel You Need To Write A Book For Adults? No, I Don't Need To Write A Book For Adults.