Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song.

It is important to remember that we all have magic inside us.

Harry: "And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?” Ron: “Throw it away and punch him on the nose.

I've got plenty of money, more money than I ever dreamed I would have. But I am not a billionaire.

The success of Harry Potter has given me lots of freedom. I can pay my bills, and I don't have to prove anything to anyone anymore.

We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks.

The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms? Harry's mind was in freefall, spinning out of control, unable to grasp the impossiblity, because Fred Weasley could not be dead, the evidence of all his senses must be lying -