Did you like question ten, Moony?" asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall. "Loved it," said Lupin briskly. "Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question." "D'you think you managed to get all the signs?" said James in tones of mock concern. "Think I did," said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. "One: He's sitting on my chair. Two: He's wearing my clothes. Three: His name's Remus Lupin.

Love is the strongest power there is.

Prongs rode again last night... You know, Harry, in a way, you did see your father last night... You found him inside yourself.

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.

Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.

Every time he tried to reconstruct the internal arguments that had led to his decision, they sounded feebler to him.

And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?