We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on.

Someone creeping into his yard in the dead of night? More likely there's a very shell-shocked cat wandering somewhere, covered in potato peelings.

He was slumped in the back, gazing out of the window, as though his parents were two people who had picked him up hitchhiking, connected to him merely by chance and proximity.

Read as much as you possibly can. Nothing will help you as much as reading.

There was no press involvement, there was no pressure. Life was very pure and it became more complicated.

Well I think it is often the case that the biggest bullies take what they know to be their own defects, as they see it, and they put them right on someone else and then they try and destroy the other and that's what Voldemort does.

He might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died, but I mustn't get my hopes up.