The barman sidled toward them out of a back room. He was a grump-looking old man with a great deal of a long gray hair and a beard. He was tall and thin and looked vaguely familiar to Harry.

Does it hurt?" The childish question had escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it. "Dying? Not at all," said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep.

I think it’s the books that you read when you’re young that live with you forever.

Yes, my tiara sets off the whole thing nicely," said Auntie Muriel in a rather carrying whisper. "But I must say, Ginevra's dress is far too low-cut." Ginny glanced round, grinning, winked at Harry, then quickly faced the front again.

We tried to shut him in a pyramid, but Mum spotted us.

Choose what to believe. He wanted the truth. Why was everybody so determined that he should not get it.

When I was in my teens I had issues with OCD.