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

Gotta bone ter pick with yeh. I've heard you've bin givin' out signed photos. How come I haven't got one?

It was strange how your brain could know what your heart refused to accept.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us?

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

I tell you, that dragon's the most horrible animal I've ever met, but the way Hagrid goes on about it, you'd think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit.

Dumbledore lowered his hands and surveyed Harry through his half-moon glasses. 'It is time,’ he said, ‘for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago, Harry. Please sit down. I am going to tell you everything.