At that moment, Harry fully understood for the first time why people said Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort had ever feared. The look upon Dumbledore's face as he stared down at the unconscious form of Mad-Eye moody was more terrible than Harry could have ever imagined. There was no benign smile upon Dumbledore's face, no twinkle in the eyes behind the spectacles. There was cold fury in every line of the ancient face; a sense of power radiated from Dumbledore as though he were giving off burning heat.

Honestly, if you were any slower, you’d be going backward.

Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.

What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?” “Oh no, Ron,” came Fred’s voice, very sarcastically. “No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up.

Don't let the muggles get you down.

We tried to shut him in a pyramid, but Mum spotted us.

Prongs rode again last night... You know, Harry, in a way, you did see your father last night... You found him inside yourself.