How awful it was, thought Tessa, remembering Fats the toddler, the way tiny ghosts of your living children haunted your heart; they could never know, and would hate it if they did, how their growing was a constant bereavement.
J. K. RowlingSeventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred. "Six years to the day we met, Harry, dโyeh remember it?" "Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didnโt you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pigโs tail, and tell me I was a wizard?" "I forgeโ the details," Hagrid chortled.
J. K. RowlingSomeone creeping into his yard in the dead of night? More likely there's a very shell-shocked cat wandering somewhere, covered in potato peelings.
J. K. RowlingSo that's little Scorpious. Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank god you've inherited your mother's brains.
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