There was a lot more to magic, as Harry quickly found out, than waving your wand and saying a few funny words.

No, I'm fine,' said Harry, wondering why he kept telling people this, and wondering whether he had ever been less fine.

Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare . . . what did Professor Sprout say? — it likes the dark and the damp —” “So light a fire!” Harry choked. “Yes — of course — but there’s no wood!” Hermoine cried, wringing her hands. “HAVE YOU GONE MAD?” Ron bellowed. “ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?

Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.

We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.

You'd think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls.

Like the fact that the person Sirius cared for the most about in the world was you," said Dumbledore quietly.