Perhaps Just One More, Master Harry, For

I've Laid My Friends Bare.

Perhaps Just One More, Master Harry, For Luck?

At Fourteen, You Really Do Start Realising That The World Is Not A Safe And Protected Place Or Not Always.

What You Write Becomes Who You Are… So Make Sure You Love What You Write!

Where Do Vanished Objects Go?" "into Nonbeing, Which Is To Say, Everything," Replied Professor Mcgonagall. "nicely Phrased," Replied The Eagle Door Knocker, And The Door Swung Open.