Imperfect Understanding Is Often More

Power Was My Weakness And My Temptation.

He Read The Letter Again, But Could Not Take In Any More Meaning Than He Had Done The First Time And Was Reduced To Staring At The Handwriting Itself. She Had Made Her G's The Same Way He Did : He Searched Through The Letter For Every One Of Them, And Each Felt Like A Friendly Little Wave Glimpsed From Behind A Veil. The Letter Was An Incredible Treasure, Proof That Lily Potter Had Lived, Really Lived, That Her Warm Hand Had Once Moved Across This Parchment, Tracing Ink Into These Letters, These Words, Words About Him, Harry, Her Son.

The Sky Outside The Window Was Changing Rapidly From Deep, Velvety Blue To Cold, Steely Gray And Then, Slowly, To Pink Shot With Gold.

I Tell You, That Dragon's The Most Horrible Animal I've Ever Met, But The Way Hagrid Goes On About It, You'd Think It Was A Fluffy Little Bunny Rabbit.

I Loathe People Who Say, 'i Always Read The Ending Of The Book First.' That Really Irritates Me, It's Like Someone Coming To Dinner, Just Opening The Fridge And Eating Pudding, While You're Standing There Still Working On The Starter. It's Not On.