I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It was flying." Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache: "MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!" Dudley and Piers sniggered. "I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream.

Enjoying it? I don’t reckon he’d come home if Dad didn’t make him. He’s obsessed. Just don’t get him on the subject of his boss. According to Mr. Crouch…as I was saying to Mr. Crouch… Mr. Crouch is of the opinion… Mr. Crouch was telling me… They’ll be announcing their engagement any day now.

How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.

There appears to be something to do with vehicles and movement that stimulates my writing.

Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain.

Because that's what Hermione does,' said Ron, shrugging. 'When in doubt, go to the library.