I remember, I led you outside. You clutched your broom determinedly - you may have been scared to pieces, but you hadn’t let go of it since you got it. I knew you had spirit. A lot of it. And you were ready for this. I knew it, even if you didn’t. Harry’s daughter is just old enough that she can fly a broomstick, but she’s scared that she’ll fall if she tries to fly. Harry tells her he won’t let anything happen to her, because he knows he won’t...