Enter, Stranger, But Take Heed Of What

I Think They Thought It Was Very Arrogant Of Me To Write The End Of My Seven Books Series When I Didn't Have A Publisher And No-one Had Heard Of Me

I Sat And Thought For Four (delayed Train) Hours, And All The Details Bubbled Up In My Brain, And This Scrawny, Black-haired, Bespectacled Boy Who Didn't Know He Was A Wizard Became More And More Real To Me.

It Is My Belief... That The Truth Is Generally Preferable To Lies.

Of Course We Still Want To Know You!" Harry Said, Staring At Hagrid. "you Don't Think Anything That Skeeter Cow - Sorry, Professor," He Added Quickly, Looking At Dumbledore. "i Have Gone Temporarily Deaf And Haven't Any Idea What You Said, Harry," Said Dumbledore, Twiddling His Thumbs And Staring At The Ceiling.

Oh Well... I'd Just Been Thinking, If You Had Died, You'd Have Been Welcome To Share My Toilet.