That," said Harry, "is a really good question.

Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred. "Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it?" "Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard?" "I forge’ the details," Hagrid chortled.

As the sun fell below the horizon, Sir Luckless emerged from the waters with the glory of his triumph upon him, and flung himself in his rusted armor at the feet of Amata, who was the kindest and most beautiful woman he had ever beheld. Flushed with success, he begged for her hand and her heart, and Amata, no less delighted, realized that she had found a man worthy of them.

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

We did it, we bashed them wee Potter's the one, and Voldy's gone moldy, so now let's have fun!

We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on.

At fourteen, you really do start realising that the world is not a safe and protected place or not always.