The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms? Harry's mind was in freefall, spinning out of control, unable to grasp the impossiblity, because Fred Weasley could not be dead, the evidence of all his senses must be lying -

I take my hat off to you — or I would, if I were not afraid of showering you in spiders.

There is a lot of comedy in magic, and magic going wrong, and also it is a dramatic subject.

Everything that fails brings you closer to what works.

I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you.

Well, wouldn't it have been easier if she'd just asked me whether I liked her better than you?" "Girls don't often ask questions like that," said Hermione. "Well, they should!" said Harry forcefully.

Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.