Krystal’s slow passage up the school had resembled the passage of a goat through the body of a boa constrictor, being highly visible and uncomfortable for both parties concerned.

The Chamber Of Secrets had been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware.

Witness for the defense, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.

Harry was just thinking that all he needed was for Dumbledore's pet bird to die while he was all alone in the office with it, when the bird burst into flames.

The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.

Depression is the most unpleasant thing I have ever experienced. . . . It is that absence of being able to envisage that you will ever be cheerful again. The absence of hope. That very deadened feeling, which is so very different from feeling sad. Sad hurts but it's a healthy feeling. It is a necessary thing to feel. Depression is very different.