Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!

He was slumped in the back, gazing out of the window, as though his parents were two people who had picked him up hitchhiking, connected to him merely by chance and proximity.

There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other.

There you go, Harry!” Ron shouted over the noise. “You weren’t being thick after all — you were showing moral fiber!

George: "I can't see anyone trying to bump off a quidditch team." Fred: "Wood might've done the Slytherins if he could've got away with it.

Love wins. It does win. We know it wins.

When I was quite young my parents never said books were off limits.