She can't keep writing about what a tragic little hero I am, it'll get boring.

Humans have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are worst for them.

And Death spoke to them —’” “Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?” “It’s a fairy tale, Harry!” “Right, sorry. Go on.

The fridge had been emptied of all Dudley’s favorite things — fizzy drinks and cakes, chocolate bars and burgers — and filled instead with fruit and vegetables and the sorts of things that Uncle Vernon called “rabbit food.

I must admit, Peter, I have difficulty in understanding why an innocent man would want to spend twelve years as a rat.

We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.

And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.