And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three red-headed men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as they staggered and stumbled over stone and wood. 'No - no - no!' someone was shouting. 'No! Fred! No!' And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

There will always be a easy path and a right path.

According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.

That's the perennial appeal of magic - that we ourselves have power and we can shape our world. I sometimes think its very analogous to having a lot of money that people think - 'cause that's kind of like a super power.

Professor,” Harry gasped. “Your bird — I couldn’t do anything — he just caught fire —

... perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.

Merlin’s beard, what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing? He looks like an omelet.