There You Go, Harry!” Ron Shouted Over

What Are We Doing Here? Has Something Gone Wrong?” “oh No, Ron,” Came Fred’s Voice, Very Sarcastically. “no, This Is Exactly Where We Wanted To End Up.

The Mind Is Not A Book, To Be Opened At Will And Examined At Leisure. Thoughts Are Not Etched On The Inside Of Skulls, To Be Perused By An Invader. The Mind Is A Complex And Many-layered Thing.

Slowly, Very Slowly, He Sat Up, And As He Did So He Felt More Alive, And More Aware Of His Own Living Body Than Ever Before. Why Had He Never Appreciated What A Miracle He Was, Brain And Nerve And Bounding Heart? It Would All Be Gone...or At Least, He Would Be Gone From It. His Breath Came Slow And Deep, And His Mouth And Throat Were Completely Dry, But So Were His Eyes.

That Evening, Dudley Paraded Around The Living Room For The Family In His Brand New Uniform...as He Looked At Dudley In His New Knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon Said Gruffly That If Was The Proudest Moment Of His Life. Aunt Petunia Burst Into Tears And Said She Couldn't Believe It Was Her Ickle Dudleykins, He Looked So Handsome And Grown-up. Harry Didn't Trust Himself To Speak. He Thought Two Of His Ribs Might Already Have Cracked From Trying Not To Laugh.

It Is A Curious Thing, Harry, But Perhaps Those Who Are Best Suited To Power Are Those Who Have Never Sought It. Those Who, Like You, Have Leadership Thrust Upon Them, And Take Up The Mantle Because They Must, And Find To Their Own Surprise That They Wear It Well.