Well you seemed too busy to call him a prat and I thought someone should.

He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her. His mother's face, his father's voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.

Wherever Harry went inside the tiny cottage or its garden, he could hear the constant ebb and flow of the sea, like the breathing of some great, slumbering creature.

My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities...like the ability to behave myself.

The Chamber Of Secrets had been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware.

Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.

It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar - a cat reading a map.