How awful it was, thought Tessa, remembering Fats the toddler, the way tiny ghosts of your living children haunted your heart; they could never know, and would hate it if they did, how their growing was a constant bereavement.

Professor,” Harry gasped. “Your bird — I couldn’t do anything — he just caught fire —

Overload 'em with information an' they'll kill yeh jus' to simplify things.

Hope springs forever.

To Harry Potter — the boy who lived!

Imagination is the power that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared.

Friday was an important day for Harry and Ron. They finally managed to find their way down to the Great Hall without getting lost once.