Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good.

Love wins. It does win. We know it wins.

He has never wanted to occupy the throne himself; he prefers the back seat - more room to spread out, you see.

It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might has well not have lived at all, in which case you have failed by default.

When Filch wasn't guarding the scene of the crime, he was skulking red-eyed through the corridors, lunging out at unsuspecting students and trying to put them in detention for things like "breathing loudly" and "looking happy.

I know what you are known as . . . but to me, you will always be Tom Riddle. It is one of the irritating things about old teachers. I am afraid that they never quite forget their charges’ youthful beginnings.

We did it, we bashed them wee Potter's the one, and Voldy's gone moldy, so now let's have fun!