Hermoine pushed a knut into the delivery owl’s pouch and took her paper from him, but just as she was about to unfurl it, Harry grabbed her wrist an... said "C’mon, you can read it down by the lake."It was not until the four friends had crossed the school grounds and the other three had stretched out on the ground underneath the elm tree where Harry had seen his father and friends lounging after their OWLS in Snape’s pensieve the previous year that Harry tried to explain. He paced nervously back. .....The next day in the evening around 5pm, I avoided making eye contact with my father in law and he too avoided me, since we had still lots of guests in the home. In the evening, I got dressed up to go out with my husband for some purchases, when he called and told me he had to go to the farm to check out the bore well which was under repair.I felt angry for not giving me time when was in his remote village which was a alien country for me. I got back inside the house and I went straight to. All of this Muse was seemingly oblivious too, apparently not caring that her yellow dress was beginning to stick to her lithe form. Her pale blonde hair hung to her shoulders, and her bright green eyes were locked on some distant point of the horizon.Had she been paying slightly more attention, Muse might have noticed the two men following her, about a half block back. They were short men, dressed in black jeans and hoodies with the hoods pulled up to ward off the rain that was beginning to. I was no mere scrawny lad anymore. I was lord and master of all that I surveyed, a tribal chieftain, if not a king, despite it being 1992.The spirit had as much as confirmed to me that the old order, the Western, liberal, democratic order, was doomed, anyway. Instead of letting it fall to the usual jaded oligarchs, they preferred to hand it over to me, a teenage boy (at least in body, if not in mind). I would make a much better steward or custodian of civil government, of political authority,.