Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways.

Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.

I have no time to explain now. It is a thrilling tale, I wish to do it justice.

And the idea of just wandering off to a cafe with a notebook and writing and seeing where that takes me for awhile is just bliss.

OH NO YOU DON’T, LADDIE!” Harry spun around. Professor Moody was limping down the marble staircase. His wand was out and it was pointing right at a pure white ferret, which was shivering on the stone-flagged floor, exactly where Malfoy had been standing.

I’m very busy with schoolwork, of course." "How can she be?" said Ron in horror. "We’re on vacation!

I will not calm down!