As Ginny and Hermione moved closer to the rest of the family, Harry had a clear view of the bodies lying next to Fred: Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking, apparently asleep beneath the dark, enchanted ceiling.

Er-my-nee," Ron croaked unexpectedly from between them.

Knocking the shrieking goblins aside like skittles

Gotta bone ter pick with yeh. I've heard you've bin givin' out signed photos. How come I haven't got one?

You’d think a bit of kissing would cheer her up.

For some to love you, some must loathe you.

It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might has well not have lived at all, in which case you have failed by default.