Harry constantly repeated Dumbledore's final words to himself. "I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me. ... Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it. "But what good were these words? Who exactly were they supposed to ask for help, when everyone was just as confused and scared as they were?

How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

Writing for me is a kind of compulsion, so I don't think anyone could have made me do it, or prevented me from doing it.

Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before...and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.

They don't know we're not allowed to use magic at home. I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer.

Why had he never appreciated the miracle that he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?

'Harry Potter' gave me back self respect. Harry gave me a job to do that I loved more than anything else.