It's just hard," Harry said finally, in a low voice, "to realize he won't write me again
J. K. RowlingLong 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.
J. K. RowlingBut who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky; could anybody stand to know that they all were?
J. K. RowlingMany are whispering that Voldemort must be behind it. However, that is the point: They whisper. They darenโt confide in each other, not knowing whom to trust; they are scared to speak out, in case their suspicions are true and their families are targeted. Yes, Voldemort is playing a very clever game. Declaring himself might have provoked open rebellion: Remaining masked has created confusion, uncertainty, and fear.
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