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

To the Dark Lord, I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B

Some of the furor that surrounded a Harry Potter publication was fun.

Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good.

He had been so busy getting away from the library, he hadn't paid attention to where he was going.

Curiosity is not a sin.... But we should exercise caution with our curiosity... yes, indeed.

Potter! There are hundreds of people thundering through my pub!