Some of the furor that surrounded a Harry Potter publication was fun.

The ones that love us never really leave us.

My parents are muggles, mate. They don't know nothing about no deaths at Hogwarts, because I'm not stupid enough to tell them.

The Forbidden Forest looked as though it had been enchanted, each tree smattered with silver, and Hagrid's cabin looked like an iced cake.

It has certainly never been news to me that a brave and brilliant man could love other men.

Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy — Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!

Beside him, making scarcely a sound, walked James, Sirius, Lupin, and Lily, and their presence was his courage, and the reason he was able to keep putting one foot in front of the other.