Being upset, busy and anxious, I still need to finish this work. Just like Harry, it's some kind of choice which should be finished until the very last day.
Somewhere in the hot and humit night air come a roar of abuse. A mother is scolding her little daughter who is now crying very loudly and desperately, which reminds me of my old memory which is a little similar to Harry's but deeply isn't.
Poor Harry was afraid of being abandoned by the new world. After he was chosed and had dinner which satisfied his fantasies and desires, he relaxed and went to the private living place where he slept soundly.
I still remember that little boy who was sitting by the window and looking at the moon. He must have felt happy. The new world! He wanted to prove himself and leaded a different life.
