Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.” Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he turned on the spot to face her. “I forgot,” he said. “Lucky you,” said Ginny coolly. “I’m sorry,” Harry said, and he meant it.

And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y Fronts was that about?

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.

Let’s see . . . ah, yes, this is nice and cozy.” It was a broom cupboard.

George,” said Fred, “I think we’ve outgrown full-time education.” “Yeah, I’ve been feeling that way myself,” said George lightly.

The Hallows, the Hallows. A desperate man’s dream!

Hang on. This Lord Voldything's back you say?... and now he's sending dismembers after you?... I see. Well that settles it, YOU CAN GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE BOY!