Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus.

You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?

Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as he looked for something that would help him write his essay, “Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless — discuss.

Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world.

The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters.

To the Dark Lord, I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B

"Oh, of course," said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library."