Prongs rode again last night... You know, Harry, in a way, you did see your father last night... You found him inside yourself.

He sobbed in desperation at the burden of fear he carried with him every day of his life.

We touch other people's lives simply by existing.

I feel 80% of my life is completely normal.

I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS!" yelled Uncle Vernon. Hagrid seized his pink umbrella and whirled it over his head "NEVER -" he thundered "- INSULT -ALBUS -DUMBLEDORE - IN - FRONT - OF - ME!

Yeah,' said Ron. 'Could've been worse. Remember those birds she set on me?' 'I still haven't ruled it out,' came Hermione's muffled voice from beneath her blankets, but Harry saw Ron smiling slightly as he pulled his maroon pajamas out of his rucksack.

But Colin's only understanding of love was of limitless loyalty, boundless tolerance.