I have seen your heart, and it is mine.

As far as informing the headmaster, Harry had no idea where Dumbledore went during the summer holidays. He amused himself for a moment, picturing Dumbledore, with his long silver beard, full-length wizard's robes, and pointed hat, stretched out on a beach somewhere, rubbing suntan lotion onto his long crooked nose.

I bet you’re not dangerous at all, are you? Are you, you great ugly brute?

Things denied, things untold, things hidden and disguised.

When I was in my teens I had issues with OCD.

Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song.

Deliberately causing mayhem in Snape's Potions class was about as safe as poking a sleeping dragon in the eye.