"I don't think that works like that," Harry said for maybe the hundredth time that day. It was only the third time, but it felt like hundreds ( Read more... )

Harry was singing. Maybe not fully singing, because he did not know all the words to "A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love," but he knew a few here and there. He had picked up enough of the melody over the years, at least, to be able to hum along loudly, mumbling where there should have been lyrics ( Read more... )