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JK Rowling, formally Joanne "Jo" Rowling

(1965 - )


British Novelist, Author of the Harry Potter fantasy series

'Ah, yes,' he said softly, 'Harry Potter. Our new ? celebrity.'
'Harry Potter' gave me back self-respect. Harry gave me a job to do that I loved more than anything else.
'You do it, then, if you're so clever,' Ron snarled.
'You're saying it wrong,' Harry heard Hermione snap. 'It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the gar nice and long.'
A bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. You want to be careful with those, Ron warned Harry. When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor - you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a booger-flavored one once. Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully, and bit into a corner. Bleaaargh - see? Sprouts.
A bit of old parchment!' said Fred, closing his eyes with a grimace as though Harry had mortally offended him. 'Explain, George.' 'Well...when we were in our first year, Harry-young, carefree, and innocent-' Harry snorted. He doubted whether Fred and George had ever been innocent. '-well, more innocent than we are now-we got into a spot of bother with Filch.
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley...He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!
A chilly breeze that seemed to emanate from the heart of the forest lifted the hair at Harry's brow. He knew that they would not tell him to go, that it would have to be his decision. You'll stay with me? Until the very end, said James. They won't be able to see you? asked Harry. We are part of you, said Sirius. Invisible to anyone else. Harry looked at his mother. Stay close to me, he said quietly.
A fierce battle was raging inside Harry's brain: She's Ron's sister. But she's ditched Dean! She's still Ron's sister. I'm his best mate! That'll make it worse. If I talked to him first- He'd hit you. What if I don't care? He's your best mate!
A gigantic tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell was glittering near the window.