Have to? Of course you have to! But only because of you, Harry, won't rest until Voldemort is finished! Think now, for once, if you have never heard of the prophecy! What would you do?

Then you should have died! Died, rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you!

I'm happy to talk in general themes, but when we get down to specifics about my family, for me that's always been off-limits.

The hippogriff took off into the air. . . . He and his rider became smaller and smaller as Harry gazed after them . . . then a cloud drifted across the moon. . . . They were gone.

Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy — Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!

Was it love when somebody filled a space in your life that yawned inside you, once they had gone?

Just because you’re allowed to use magic now you don’t have to whip your wands out for every tiny little thing!