His hand closed automatically around the fake Horcrux but in spite of everything, in spite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting with Voldemort he knew must come whether in a month in a year or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione.

I haven’t got the heart to take the mickey out of him, even,” said Fred, looking over at Ron’s crumpled figure. “Mind you . . . when he missed the fourteenth . . .” He made wild motions with his arms as though doing an upright doggy-paddle. “Well, I’ll save it for parties, eh?

Aaah ... when two Neptunes appear in the sky it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born, Harry.

You will never truly know yourself or the strength of your relationships until both have been tested by adversity.

Ah well... wand still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on? Okay, let’s go.

I never know," Harry called to Hagrid over the noise of the cart, "What's the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite?" "Stalagmite's got an 'm' in it," said Hagrid.

The silence was unbearable to him. If the pictures could have reflected the feelings inside him, they would have been screaming in pain.