Here lies Dobby, a free elf.

I'll be writing until I can't write anymore. It's a compulsion with me. I love writing.

I don't believe in magic.

But I was the most unashamed lone parent you were ever going to meet.

Shh! Listen! Someone’s coming! I think — I think it might be us!

With another shock of excitement, Harry saw Sirius give James the thumbs-up. Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking, his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James's nor Harry's could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn't seem to have noticed.

Assuming I survive our hunt for the Horcruxes, I’ll find Mum and Dad and lift the enchantment. If I don’t – well, I think I’ve cast a good enough charm to keep them safe and happy. Wendell and Monica Wilkins don’t know that they’ve got a daughter, you see.