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The Spells Are Made Up. I Have Met People Who Assure Me, Very Seriously, That They Are Trying To Do Them, And I Can Assure Them, Just As Seriously, That They Don’t Work.

I Mean, Is 'fat' Really The Worst Thing A Human Being Can Be? Is 'fat' Worse Than 'vindictive', 'jealous', 'shallow', 'vain', 'boring' Or 'cruel'? Not To Me I'd Rather [my Daughters] Were Independent, Interesting, Idealistic, Kind, Opinionated, Original, Funny - A Thousand Things, Before 'thin'. Let My Girls Be Hermiones, Rather Than Pansy Parkinsons.

One Of My Regrets Would Be That I Will Never Again Have The Pleasure Of Sneaking Into A Cafe, Any Cafe I Like, Sitting Down And Diving Into My World And No One Knowing What I Am Doing And No One Bothering About Me And Being Totally Anonymous, That Was Fantastic

Long Ago, When Harry Had Been Left Alone While The Dursley's Went Out To Enjoy Themselves, The Hours Of Solitude Had Been A Rare Treat: Pausing Only To Sneak Something Tasty From The Fridge, He Had Rushed Upstairs To Play On Dudley's Computer, Or Put On The Television And Flicked Through The Channels To His Heart's Content. It Gave Him An Odd Empty Feeling To Remember Those Times; It Was Like Remembering A Younger Brother Whom He Had Lost.

We’re All Going To Keep Fighting, Harry. You Know That?