You're A Wizard, Harry.

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.

In The End, Love Wins. It Does Win. We Know It Wins. When A Person Dies, Love Isn’t Turned Off Like A Faucet. It Is An Amazingly Resilient Part Of Us.

The Only Reason To Delay At This Point Was Because The Immediate Prospect Was So Deeply Uninviting.

Then You Should Have Died! Died, Rather Than Betray Your Friends, As We Would Have Done For You!

I Was Just Sitting On The Train, Just Staring Out The Window At Some Cows. It Was Not The Most Inspiring Subject. When All Of A Sudden The Idea Of Harry Just Appeared In My Mind's Eye.