Knocking The Shrieking Goblins Aside

The Scar Had Not Pained Harry For Nineteen Years. All Was Well.

I've Got Two Daughters Who Will Have To Make Their Way In This Skinny-obsessed World, And It Worries Me, Because I Don't Want Them To Be Empty-headed, Self-obsessed, Emaciated Clones; I'd Rather They Were Independent, Interesting, Idealistic, Kind, Opinionated, Original, Funny – A Thousand Things, Before 'thin'. And Frankly, I'd Rather They Didn't Give A Gust Of Stinking Chihuahua Flatulence Whether The Woman Standing Next To Them Has Fleshier Knees Than They Do. Let My Girls Be Hermiones, Rather Than Pansy Parkinsons. Let Them Never Be Stupid Girls.

I Must Admit, Peter, I Have Difficulty In Understanding Why An Innocent Man Would Want To Spend Twelve Years As A Rat.

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.

I Don't Care!" Harry Yelled At Them, Snatching Up A Lunascope And Throwing It Into The Fireplace. "i've Had Enough, I've Seen Enough, I Want Out, I Want It To End, I Don't Care Anymore!