It's our choices, more than anything, that show who we really are.

I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!

Do not pity the dead, Harry.

Time to sit down," Fred told Harry, "Or we're going to get run over by the bride.

Everything was curved to fit the walls: the stove, the sink and the cupboards, and all of it had been painted with flowers, insects and birds in bright primary colours.

There you go, Harry!” Ron shouted over the noise. “You weren’t being thick after all — you were showing moral fiber!

There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it.