Dumbledore lowered his hands and surveyed Harry through his half-moon glasses. 'It is time,’ he said, ‘for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago, Harry. Please sit down. I am going to tell you everything.

What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?

I feel I owe you another explanation Harry," said Dumbledore hesitantly. "You may, perhaps, wondered why I never chose you as a prefect? I must confess...that I rather thought...you had enough responsibility to be going on with." Harry looked up at him and saw a tear trickling down Dumbledore's face into his long silver beard.

Because - oh shut up laughing, you two - because they've just been turned down by girls they asked to the ball!

I'm very frustrated by fear of imagination. I don't think that's healthy.

You could tie my hands to my sides, I suppose, but I have to write. For my own mental health, I need to write.

In opening them, he discovered that he had eyes.