Hagrid howled still more loudly. Harry and Hermione looked at Ron to help them. 'Er-shall I make a cup of tea?' said Ron. Harry stared at him. 'It's what my mum does whenever someone's upset,' Ron muttered, shrugging.

I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do ever - was write novels.

The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of us?' Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.

I've no idea where ideas come from and I hope I never find out; it would spoil the excitement for me if it turned out I just have a funny little wrinkle on the surface of my brain which makes me think about invisible train platforms.

In magic, man has to rely on himself. So, in religion, of course, you're looking for outside support but that's the appeal of magic.

Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison.

Do not pity the dead, Harry.