"harry feels right with himself. he’s down there, a new god who has found his calling. he holds up the snitch and bellows: “i am a beautiful animal! i am a destroyer of worlds! i am harry fucking potter!” and dear reader, at last, the world was quiet."
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Harry, in a spiral of depression, turns to the escape of the world of miniature equine aficionada. He produces many a Wine-out-of-Nowhere Spell and is drunk every day before noon…
…These facts make their way in through the jungle of a consciousness, just as a veritable fountain of bird-propelled letters issues forth on to the family. Harry decides that this is it.
”This is the moment! I must make my move in this masking of a snowstorm, and I will take one letter into my room and whisper it to my horses and see what they think!”
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As Roast Beefaweefs grabs Harry’s cake and begins to munch it, Hagar describes the Pigs as ‘Muggles’ to Harry. Music-hating, magic-less Muggles. He lays down the law on Harry’s schooling: a big fat Yes, he’s going. Hagar also goes on to say that the great Dumbledore is the teacher at Hogwarts, and will make Harry into a man and stuff.
Chapter 4, Wizard People, Dear Reader
It is a beautiful pale-blue night. All the children are burritoed up in their blankets. All except for Harry. Amid the semi-sweet chomping at head-gear, we see Harry, stroking his bird, lost in thought, bathed in the cold water of moonlight.
‘Who am I now?’ he thinks as he winks at the night. And it seems to whisper back to him, ‘You are everything.’
Chapter 13, Wizard People Dear Reader
(via jacesherondale)
"Harry Potter said right into Ron’s soul:
‘You know what we are, baby. We are wizards. We are finally what we were always going to become. We are wizards and the world better get ready because I have just begun.’"
Wizard People, Dear Reader
Brad Neely



