Get Up, You Useless Lump, Get Up!

Facing This Stuff, In Real Life Is Not Like School, In School, If You Make A Mistake You Can Just Try Again Tomorrow, But Out There...when Your A Second Away From Being Murdered Or Watching A Friend Die Right Before Your Eyes...you Don't Know What That's Like.

The Fame Thing Is Interesting Because I Never Wanted To Be Famous, And I Never Dreamt I Would Be Famous. You Know, My Fantasy Of Being A Famous Writer, And Again There's A Slight Disconnect With Reality Which Happens A Lot With Me. I Imagined Being A Famous Writer Would Be Like Being Like Jane Austen.

I Don't Know Who Maxime Thinks She's Kidding. If Hagrid's Half-giant, She Definitely Is. Big Bones... The Only Thing That's Got Bigger Bones Than Her Is A Dinosaur.

I Sat And Thought For Four (delayed Train) Hours, And All The Details Bubbled Up In My Brain, And This Scrawny, Black-haired, Bespectacled Boy Who Didn't Know He Was A Wizard Became More And More Real To Me.

He Missed Hogwarts So Much It Was Like Having A Constant Stomachache. He Missed The Castle, With Its Secret Passageways And Ghosts, His Classes, … The Mail Arriving By Owl, Eating Banquets In The Great Hall, Sleeping In His Four-poster Bed In The Tower Dormitory, Visiting The Gamekeeper, Hagrid, In His Cabin Next To The Forbidden Forest In The Grounds, And Especially, Quidditch, The Most Popular Sport In The Wizarding World