Imagine losing fingernails, Harry! That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesn't it?

Your great puddin' of a son don' need fattin' anymore Dursley, don't worry

What do we want to be prefects for?” said George, looking revolted at the very idea. “It’d take all the fun out of life.

Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.

Your devotion is nothing more than cowardice. You would not be here if you had anywhere else to go.

We all know that the people we love are mortal, we all know we’re mortal, we know it’s going to end; you cannot prepare yourself for it.

Mr. Weasley was unavailable for comment, although his wife told reporters to clear off or she'd set the family ghoul on them.