Scared?" Malfoy muttered, so that Lockhart couldn't hear him. "You wish." said Harry out of the corner of his mouth.

It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.

Dumbledore lowered his hands and surveyed Harry through his half-moon glasses. 'It is time,’ he said, ‘for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago, Harry. Please sit down. I am going to tell you everything.

I'm not a natural joiner.

Whenever he was in company he wanted to get away, and whenever he was alone he wanted company.

Gilderoy Lockhart is also a lot like someone I once knew, but I don't think I'd better elaborate!

You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?