I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just-" Lily: "Slipped out? It’s too late. I’ve made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends ... You’ve chosen your way, I’ve chosen mine.

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.

NO!” The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.

I would rather die than betray his trust." "That's not saying much, seeing as you're already dead," Ron observed. "Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe," said Nearly Headless Nick in affronted tones.

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.

Trust me," he said. "I know what I'm doing... or at least" -- he strolled confidently to the door -- "Felix does.

But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards. The most you and Malfoy’ll be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse, anyway.” “And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?” “Throw it away and punch him on the nose,” Ron suggested.