When I was in my teens I had issues with OCD.

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves it's own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.

I'm a very distracted person.

Well you seemed too busy to call him a prat and I thought someone should.

Well, I'm sure you'll find someone somewhere who'll have you.

But in some ways I think it's braver to do it like this. And, to an extent, you know what? The worst that can happen is that everyone says, 'Well, that was dreadful, she should have stuck to writing for kids' and I can take that. So, yeah, I'll put it out there, and if everyone says, 'Well, that's shockingly bad – back to wizards with you', then obviously I won't be throwing a party. But I will live. I will live.