Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!

I find that discussing an idea out loud is often the way to kill it stone dead.

It was as if Snape had started handing out sweets.

Then you should have died! Died, rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you!

I don't think there's any harm at all in allowing a kid to fantasize. In fact, I think to stop people from fantasizing is a very destructive thing indeed.

It's best to know what the enemy are saying.

I'm serious, Harry, don't go." But Harry only had one thought in his head, which was to get back in front of the mirror, and Ron wasn't going to stop him. That third night he found his way more quickly than before. He was walking so fast he knew he was making more noise than was wise, but he didn't meet anyone. And there were his mother and father smiling at him again, and one of his grandfathers nodding happily. Harry sank down to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. There was nothing to stop him from staying here all night with his family. Nothing at all.