Why were you lurking under our window?" "Yes - yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy?" "Listening to the news," said Harry in a resigned voice. His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage. "Listening to the news! Again?" "Well, it changes every day, you see," said Harry.

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

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

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.

Curiosity is not a sin.... But we should exercise caution with our curiosity... yes, indeed.

Well I think it is often the case that the biggest bullies take what they know to be their own defects, as they see it, and they put them right on someone else and then they try and destroy the other and that's what Voldemort does.

Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore, his wand aloft, his face white and furious. Harry felt a kind of electric charge surge through every particle of his body - they were saved.