Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry. Phoenixes burst into flame when it is time for them to die and are reborn from the ashes.

Sounded like a load of waffle to me." "There was some important stuff hidden in the waffle.

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

I want to fall in love with something in the way I fell in love with the idea of Harry before I write anything else.

From this point forth, we shall be leaving the firm foundation of fact and journeying together through the murky marshes of memory into thickets of wildest guesswork.

Harry: This book belongs to Harry Potter. Ron: Shared by Ron Weasley, because his fell apart. Hermione: Why don't you buy a new one then? Ron: Write on your own book, Hermione. Hermione: You bought all those dungbombs on Saturday. You could have bought a new book instead. Ron: Dungbombs rule.

Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb.