Once, long ago, Parminder had told Barry the story of Bhai Kanhaiya, the Sikh hero who had administered to the needs of those wounded in combat, whether friend or fo. When asked why he gave aid indiscriminately, Bahai Kanhaiya had replied that the light of God shone from every soul, and that he had been unable to distinguish between them.

Lord Voldermort Has Risen Again.

I just wish I’d asked you sooner. We could’ve had ages . . . months . . . years maybe. . . .

Tut, tut — fame clearly isn't everything.

Vot is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?

But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky; could anybody stand to know that they all were?

I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter’s son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter —