Choose what to believe. He wanted the truth. Why was everybody so determined that he should not get it.

I think that perhaps if I had had to slow down the ideas so that I could capture them on paper I might have stifled some of them.

The opportunity was too perfect to miss. Harry crept silently around behind Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, bent down, and scooped a large handful of mud out of the path. 'We were just talking about your friend Hagrid,' Malfoy said to Ron. 'Just trying to imagine what he's saying to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. D'you think he'll cry when they cut off his hippogriff's—' SPLAT. Malfoy's head jerked back as the mud hit him; his silverblond hair was suddenly dripping in muck.

You will also find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.

You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that.

And now a chill settled over them where they stood, and Harry heard the rasping breath of the dementors that patrolled the outer trees. They would not affect him now. The fact of his own survival burned inside him, a talisman against them, as though his father's stag kept guardian in his heart.

I knew no one who'd ever been in the public eye.