He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her. His mother's face, his father's voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.
J. K. RowlingHave to? Of course you have to! But only because of you, Harry, won't rest until Voldemort is finished! Think now, for once, if you have never heard of the prophecy! What would you do?
J. K. RowlingHello, Harry!โ she said. โEr โ my nameโs Barny,โ said Harry, flummoxed. โOh, have you changed that too?โ she asked brightly. โHow did you know โ ?โ โOh, just your expression,โ she said. Like her father, Luna was wearing bright yellow robes, which she had accessorized with a large sunflower in her hair. Once you got over the brightness of it all, the general effect was quite pleasant. At least there were no radishes dangling from her ears.
J. K. RowlingI think writing about the time in Hermioneโs life that I write about โ growing from childhood into womanhood, literally, I think it๏ปฟ brought back to me how very difficult it is.So much is expected of you as you become a woman, and often you are asked to sacrifice parts of you in becoming a girl, I would say. Hermione doesnโt.
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