Like the fact that the person Sirius cared for the most about in the world was you," said Dumbledore quietly.

Because to confide a part of your soul to something that can think and move for itself is obviously a very risky business.

For some to love you, some must loathe you.

Does it hurt?" The childish question had escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it. "Dying? Not at all," said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep.

I'm sure that I'll never have another success like Harry Potter for the rest of my life, no matter how many books I write, and no matter whether they're good or bad.

It was his own grief turned magically to song.

Dudley had reached roughly the size and weight of a young killer whale.