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The First Story I Finished Was When I Was Six Years Old.

You Sometimes Have To Join Forces With Those You'd Rather Avoid.

My Daughter Jessica Said To Me Recently, Who Wasn't Sorted Into Hufflepuff, 'i Think We Should All Want To Be Hufflepuffs.' I Can Only Say To You, I Would Not Be Disappointed At All To Be In Hufflepuff. I'm A Little Upset Anyone Does Feel That Way.

One Of The Many Things I Learned At The End Of That Classics Corridor Down Which I Ventured At The Age Of 18, In Search Of Something I Could Not Then Define, Was This, Written By The Greek Author Plutarch: What We Achieve Inwardly Will Change Outer Reality. That Is An Astonishing Statement And Yet Proven A Thousand Times Every Day Of Our Lives. It Expresses, In Part, Our Inescapable Connection With The Outside World, The Fact That We Touch Other People’s Lives Simply By Existing.

I Think They Ought To Know. You Do Them A Disservice By Not Confiding Something This Important To Them.” “i Didn’t Want —” “— To Worry Or Frighten Them?” Said Dumbledore, Surveying Harry Over The Top Of His Half-moon Spectacles. “or Perhaps, To Confess That You Yourself Are Worried And Frightened? You Need Your Friends, Harry. As You So Rightly Said, Sirius Would Not Have Wanted You To Shut Yourself Away.