And now a chill settled over them where they stood, and Harry heard the rasping breath of the dementors that patrolled the outer trees. They would not affect him now. The fact of his own survival burned inside him, a talisman against them, as though his father's stag kept guardian in his heart.

I think I'll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up - it always does in the end.

I always felt an outsider.

Many parts of my life are perfectly ordinary, if that's what you mean. One could even call it boring, but that's what I like about it.

How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

Voldemort is playing a very clever game. Declaring himself might have provoked open rebellion. Remaining masked has created confusion, uncertainty, and fear.

I don't need to publish to make a living.