Jealous?...Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself.

These girls... they're going to kill me, Harry.

I—I didn't think—" "That," said Professor McGonagall, "is obvious.

The elf’s eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words. ‘Harry... Potter...’ And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great, glassy orbs sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see.

Destiny is a name often given in retrospect to choices that had dramatic consequences.

Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember...I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter... After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible, yes, but great.

Taunting Death ... means pitting oneself against a wily enemy who cannot lose.