The dementors send their love, Potter!

No, I'm fine,' said Harry, wondering why he kept telling people this, and wondering whether he had ever been less fine.

Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender?

And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?

In a novel you have to resist the urge to tell everything.

I don't think you should be an Auror, Harry," said Luna unexpectedly. Everybody looked at her. "The Aurors are part of the Rotfang Conspiracy, I thought everyone knew that. They're working to bring down the Ministry of Magic from within using a mixture of dark magic and gum disease.

Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.