Andrew hated to see her humiliated and pathetic like this; but he half hated her too for landing herself in it, when any idiot could have seen.

Ginny, listen... I can’t be involved with you anymore. We’ve got to stop seeing each other. We can’t be together.” “It’s for some stupid, noble reason, isn’t it?

I'm very frustrated by fear of imagination. I don't think that's healthy.

I tell you, that dragon's the most horrible animal I've ever met, but the way Hagrid goes on about it, you'd think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit.

I'm not going to be murdered," Harry said out loud. "That's the spirit, dear," said his mirror sleepily.

We can't choose our fate, but we can choose others. Be careful in knowing that.

Deliberately causing mayhem in Snape's Potions class was about as safe as poking a sleeping dragon in the eye.