And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y Fronts was that about?

I knew I could do it all this time,” said Harry, “Because I'd already done it... does that make sense?

For in dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.

Assuming I survive our hunt for the Horcruxes, I’ll find Mum and Dad and lift the enchantment. If I don’t – well, I think I’ve cast a good enough charm to keep them safe and happy. Wendell and Monica Wilkins don’t know that they’ve got a daughter, you see.

And his knowledge remained woefully incomplete, Harry! That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to comprehend. Of house-elves and children's tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped.

When in doubt, go to the library.

Writing and cafes are strongly linked in my brain.