When I Was In My Teens I

Harry, Despite Your Privileged Insight Into Voldemort’s World (which, Incidentally, Is A Gift Any Death Eater Would Kill To Have), You Have Never Been Seduced By The Dark Arts, Never, Even For A Second, Shown The Slightest Desire To Become One Of Voldemort’s Followers!” “of Course I Haven’t!” Said Harry Indignantly. “he Killed My Mum And Dad!” “you Are Protected, In Short, By Your Ability To Love!” Said Dumbledore Loudly.

We Let Off A Dungbomb In The Corridor And It Upset Him For Some Reason—" "so He Hauled Us Off To His Office And Started Threatening Us With The Usual—" "—detention—" "—disembowelment—

The Castle Grounds Were Gleaming In The Sunlight As Though Freshly Painted; The Cloudless Sky Smiled At Itself In The Smoothly Sparkling Lake, The Satin-green Lawns Rippled Occasionally In A Gentle Breeze: June Had Arrived.

Are You Insane? Of Course I Want To Leave The Dursleys! Have You Got A House? When Can I Move In?

I Never Need To Find Time To Read. When People Say To Me, ‘oh, Yeah, I Love Reading. I Would Love To Read, But I Just Don’t Have Time,’ I’m Thinking, ‘how Can You Not Have Time?’ I Read When I’m Drying My Hair. I Read In The Bath. I Read When I’m Sitting In The Bathroom. Pretty Much Anywhere I Can Do The Job One-handed, I Read.