The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.

Harry!" said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. "Simply splendid to see you, old boy-" "Marvelous," said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry's hand in turn. "Absolutely spiffing." Percy scowled. "That's enough, now," said Mrs. Weasley. "Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you-

Life is too short. I only want to do things that I enjoy, or that I think are good or worth doing.

How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

If only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for him.

And his knowledge remained woefully incomplete, Harry! That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to comprehend. Of house-elves and children's tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped.

And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y Fronts was that about?