This one bears repeating.
This line can be found on page 159 of the British edition of the book.
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Natalie McDonald is a real person.
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In July 1999, Pottermania was blowing up all over the world. J.K. Rowling was, in the words of a 2000 article in Maclean's, a Canadian magazine, "refusing all media requests and most outside distractions, as she worked feverishly on the lengthy story that eventually became the 636-page Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire."
Meanwhile, in Toronto, nine-year-old Natalie McDonald was dying of leukemia. A family friend, Anne Kidder, would later say: "She was obsessed with the Harry Potter books. They had been her respite from the hell of leukemia. And because I'm the sort of person who thinks there must be something I can do, I badgered Rowling's publishers in London, sending them a letter and an e-mail and a fax for her."
When I came back two weeks later and read it, I had a bad feeling I was too late. I tried to phone Annie but she wasn't in, so I e-mailed both Natalie and her mother, Valerie -- because Annie hadn't told Valerie what she had done.
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