Time is making fools of us again.

Ron's eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.

I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed - or worse, expelled. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed.

I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It was flying." Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache: "MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!" Dudley and Piers sniggered. "I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream.

He dreamed of London and of a life that mattered.

It was his own grief turned magically to song.

There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other.