Sunday, January 2, 2011

Book Three, Chapter Ten Excerpt

Hey readers! Like I said with my "Apologies and Part Two" blog post, I am going to do Book Excerpts of course from the Harry Potter books! Not daily, but every once and awhile I will pick a random Harry spotter book, and a random section from that book and put it on the site here for your reading pleasure! The only thing I want you to remember is that I of course do not own the rights to this excerpt! Joanne Rowling is the created of these wonderful books and she gets all the credit! I do not wanna get in trouble for doing these excerpts so I put the credit to her and her publishers! Well I hope you enjoy the section I have picked out for you today!!!

Today's selection comes from "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" in chapter ten. I hope you enjoy.





Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping Harry in the hospital wing for the rest of the weekend. He didn't argue or complain, but he wouldn't let her throw away the shattered remains of his Nimbus Two Thousand. He knew he was being stupid, knew that the Nimbus was beyond repair, but Harry couldn't help it; he felt as though he'd lost one of his best friends.
He had a stream of visitors, all intent on cheering him up. Hag rid sent him a bunch of earwiggy flowers that looked like yellow cabbages, and Ginny Weasley, blushing furiously, turned up with a get-well card she had made herself, which sang shrilly unless Harry kept is shut under his bowl of fruit. The Gryffindor team visited on Sunday morning, this time accompanied by Wood, who told Harry (in a hollow, dead sort of voice) that he didn't blame him in the slightest. Ron and Hermione left Harry's bedside only at night. But nothing anyone said or did could make Harry feel any better, because they knew only half of what was troubling him.
He hadn't told anyone about the Grim, not even Ron and Hermione, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would scoff. The fact that remained, however, that it now appeared twice, and both appearances had been followed by near-fatal accidents; the first time, he had nearly been run over by the Knight Bus; the second, fallen fifty feet from his broomstick. Was the Grim going to haunt him until he actually died? Was he going to spend the rest of his life looking over his shoulder for the beast?
And then there were the dementors. Harry felt sick and humiliated every time he thought of them. Everyone said the dementors were horrible, but no one else collapsed every time they went near one. No one else heard the echoes in their head of their dying parents.
Because Harry knew who that screaming voice belonged to now. He had heard her words, heard them over and over again during the night hours in the hospital wing while he lay awake, staring at the strips of moonlight on the ceiling. When the dementors approached him, he heard the last moments of his mother's life, her attempts to protect him, Harry, from Lord Voldemort, and Voldemort's laughter before he murdered her. . . . Harry dozed fitfully, sinking into dreams full of clammy, rotted hands and petrified pleading, jerking awake to dwell again on his mother's voice.

Well I hope you enjoyed this shorter excerpt! In he further I will do a bit longer ones! I just don't have iPad set up to do that this morning, but anyways I hope you enjoyed this excerpt! Remember to email me with comments, questions, or suggestions at You can also email me with one of your very own blog posts! Thanks for reading. :)


194 days until Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Two! Excited yet? Also I'd like to add there will be another post later today! Thanks again.

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