The exceptions were two men a little ahead of them, standing just outside the Three Broomsticks. One was very tall and thin; squinting through his rain-washed glasses Harry recognized the barman who worked in the other Hogsmeade pub, the Hog’s Head. As Harry, Ron, and Hermione drew closer, the barman drew his cloak more tightly around his neck and walked away, leaving the shorter man to fumble with something in his arms. They were barely feet from him when Harry realized who the man was. “Mundungus!

Was it love when somebody filled a space in your life that yawned inside you, once they had gone?

Although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.

Everybody finished the song at different times. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. 'Ah music,' he said, wiping his eyes. 'A magic beyond all we do here!

The presence of hundreds of books had finally convinced Hermione that what they were doing was right.

The world is my oyster. I can do whatever I like.

You’re not supposed to dislike your own child. You were supposed to like them no matter what, even if they were not what you wanted.