Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

He might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died, but I mustn't get my hopes up.

I love inventing names, but I also collect unusual names, so that I can look through my notebook and choose one that suits a new character.

I dreamed I was buying new shoes last night," said Ron. "What d'ya think that's gonna mean?" "Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something," said Harry.

It's our choices, more than anything, that show who we really are.

Malfoy glanced around. Harry knew he was checking for signs of teachers. Then he looked back at Harry and said in a low voice, "You're dead, Potter." Harry raised his eyebrows. "Funny," he said, "you'd think I'd have stopped walking around.

Er-my-nee," Ron croaked unexpectedly from between them.