"In the summer holidays, before I was old enough for Hogwarts – mother and I would pick lemons from the trees in the back of the property. It was down this winding little white gravel pathway because father didn’t want fruit all over the yard. Mother planted flowers all along that path when I was young. She liked roses, the white ones – not the red. And when we picked the lemons, she would always let me hold the basket, even though without fail, I would always manage to drop a few on the way back in."