Wherever I am, if I've got a book with me, I have a place I can go and be happy

I've been writing my entire life, and I'll always write. But at times I have told myself that I don't necessarily have to publish anything else.

Room of Requirement, of course! Surpassed itself, hasn't it? the Carrows were chasing me, and I knew I had just one chance for a hideout: I managed to get through the door and this is what I found! Well, it wasn't exactly like this when I arrived, it was a load smaller, there was only one hammock and just Gryffindor hangings. But it's expanded as more and more of the D.A. have arrived.

I just wish I’d asked you sooner. We could’ve had ages . . . months . . . years maybe. . . .

'Tell me one last thing,' said Harry. 'Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?' Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry's ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure. 'Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it is not real?'

If she could have done one thing to make absolutely sure that every single person in this school will read your interview, it was banning it!

The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters.