The presence of hundreds of books had finally convinced Hermione that what they were doing was right.

Well — I was lucky once, wasn't I?” said Harry, pointing at his scar. “I might get lucky again.

I have seen your heart, and it is mine.

I don't think there's any harm at all in allowing a kid to fantasize. In fact, I think to stop people from fantasizing is a very destructive thing indeed.

What's that supposed to be anyway?" said Fred squinting at Dobby's painting. "Looks like a Gibbon with two black eyes!" "It's Harry," said George pointing at the back of the picture. "Says so on the back." "Good likeness," said Fred grinning. Harry threw his new homework diary at him.

Finally, the truth. Lying with his face pressed into the dusty carpet of the office where he had once thought he was learning the secrets of victory, Harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive.

Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.