So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left —” “Don’t talk to your mother like that.

Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.

Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.

You're the one who is weak. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.

If you made a better rat than a human, it’s not much to boast about, Peter.

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

He knew one thing only, and it was beyond fear or reason: He was not going to die crouching here like a child playing hide-and-seek; he was not going to die kneeling at Voldemort’s feet . . . he was going to die upright like his father, and he was going to die trying to defend himself, even if no defense was possible. . . .