Death comes for us all in the end.

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he's really divine, The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.

Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.

Scrimgeour: "It's time you learned some respect!" Harry: "It's time you earned it.

Ron, we're supposed to show the first years where to go!" "Oh yeah," said Ron, who had obviously forgotten. "Hey -- hey you lot! Midgets!

Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?

When he straightened up again, there were six Harry Potters gasping and panting in front of him. Fred and George turned to each other and said together, "Wow -- we're identical!