Harry found the [tea]... seemed to burn away a little of the fear fluttering in his chest.

She can't keep writing about what a tragic little hero I am, it'll get boring.

Every hour that passed added to her grief, because it bore her further away from the living man, and because it was a tiny foretaste of the eternity she would have to spend without him.

So Dobby stopped us from getting on the train and broke your arm. . . ." He shook his head. "You know what, Harry? If he doesn't stop trying to save your life he's going to kill you.

If all goes well, you will be able to save more than one innocent life tonight.

At fourteen, you really do start realising that the world is not a safe and protected place or not always.

We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat!