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I Don't Think About Who The Audience Is For My Books.

You Are — Truly Your Father’s Son, Harry. . . .

The Silence Was Unbearable To Him. If The Pictures Could Have Reflected The Feelings Inside Him, They Would Have Been Screaming In Pain.

Harry Was Just Thinking That All He Needed Was For Dumbledore's Pet Bird To Die While He Was All Alone In The Office With It, When The Bird Burst Into Flames.

Room Of Requirement, Of Course! Surpassed Itself, Hasn't It? The Carrows Were Chasing Me, And I Knew I Had Just One Chance For A Hideout: I Managed To Get Through The Door And This Is What I Found! Well, It Wasn't Exactly Like This When I Arrived, It Was A Load Smaller, There Was Only One Hammock And Just Gryffindor Hangings. But It's Expanded As More And More Of The D.a. Have Arrived.