Being fed, and having a soft bed, and other people being in charge, seemed the most wonderful prospect in the world at that moment.

Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it.

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.

Whenever he was in company he wanted to get away, and whenever he was alone he wanted company.

Get off me,” Harry spat, throwing Pettigrew’s hands off him in disgust. “I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it because — I don’t reckon my dad would’ve wanted them to become killers — just for you.

You have to be free to fail in this world.

At least my happiness doesn't depend on Ron's goalkeeping ability.