8:00, Saturday July 16th. I was grumpily awoken by the very large, and heavy, 6th Harry Potter book being thrust on my bed by my mother who had already been to the grocery store this morning. I dive into it, barely having time to put on my glasses so I can even see this glorious book. 70 pages in, and all I can say is WOW.
I feel pretty bad at the thought of Malfoy dying though, he should be punished for what he does, not because he-who-must-not-be-named is mad at his father.
I was also really confused at the thought of Voldemort drinking Harry's blood, when did this happen