Warrington’s aim’s so pathetic I’d be more worried if he was aiming for the person next to me.

Would you like me to [kill you] now?" asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. "Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?

Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset.

Sometimes ideas just come to me. Other times I have to sweat and almost bleed to make ideas come. It's a mysterious process, but I hope I never find out exactly how it works.

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

Birth and death: there was the same consciousness of heightened existence and of her own elevated importance

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