Yes, alive,” said Fudge. “That is — I don’t know — is a man alive if he can’t be killed? I don’t really understand it, and Dumbledore won’t explain properly — but anyway, he’s certainly got a body and is walking and talking and killing, so I suppose, for the purposes of our discussion, yes, he’s alive.

In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.

I must admit, Peter, I have difficulty in understanding why an innocent man would want to spend twelve years as a rat.

I sat and thought for four (delayed train) hours, and all the details bubbled up in my brain, and this scrawny, black-haired, bespectacled boy who didn't know he was a wizard became more and more real to me.

Friday was an important day for Harry and Ron. They finally managed to find their way down to the Great Hall without getting lost once.

We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

He’s gone, Harry told himself. He’s gone. He had to keep thinking it as he washed and dressed, as though repetition would dull the shock of it. He’s gone and he’s not coming back. And that was the simple truth of it, Harry knew, because their protective enchantments meant that it would be impossible, once they vacated this spot, for Ron to find them again.