That old berk," muttered Aberforth, taking another swig of mead. "Thought the sun shone out of my brother's every orifice, he did.

It is our choices... that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms? Harry's mind was in freefall, spinning out of control, unable to grasp the impossiblity, because Fred Weasley could not be dead, the evidence of all his senses must be lying -

Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.

Fame is a fickle friend, Harry. Celebrity is as celebrity does. Remember that.

McLaggen makes Grawp look like a gentleman.

I was just sitting on the train, just staring out the window at some cows. It was not the most inspiring subject. When all of a sudden the idea of Harry just appeared in my mind's eye.