It was strange how your brain could know what your heart refused to accept.

Of course not,” said Hermione. “Everything we need is here on this paper.

Only one pair was still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: he was laughing at her. 'Come on, you can do better than that!' he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. The second jet of light hit him squarely in the chest. The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.

There's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.

Fred, you next," the plump woman said. "I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?" "Sorry, George, dear." "Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy and off he went.

Let’s see . . . ah, yes, this is nice and cozy.” It was a broom cupboard.

I won't blast people out of my way just because they're there' said Harry. 'That's Voldemort's job.