Dumbledore's man through and through, aren't you Potter?" "Yeah I am," said Harry. "Glad we straightened that out.

It was only when he was back in bed that it struck Harry that Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful. But then, it had been a quite personal question.

I will if you go out with me, Evans

Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.

I think that emotionally, I've probably felt a little bit more balanced when I started writing again.

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.

I think that perhaps if I had had to slow down the ideas so that I could capture them on paper I might have stifled some of them.