I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour.

Hearing voices no one else can hear isn't a good sign, even in the wizarding world.

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.

You sometimes have to join forces with those you'd rather avoid.

If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you,” said Ron, “but no pressure.

Hope springs forever.

Cinderella? Snow White? What's that? An illness?