I think writing about the time in Hermione’s life that I write about – growing from childhood into womanhood, literally, I think it brought back to me how very difficult it is.So much is expected of you as you become a woman, and often you are asked to sacrifice parts of you in becoming a girl, I would say. Hermione doesn’t.

'It was stupid, thinking it was him, I mean, I knew he was dead' Harry muttered. 'You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him....You know, Harry, in a way you did see your father last night....You found him inside yourself.'

I have never been remotely ashamed of having been depressed. Never. What's to be ashamed of? I went through a really rough time and I am quite proud that I got out of that.

Failure is so impor - it doesn't get spoken about enough. We speak about success all the time.

... perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.

Pity you can't attach an extra arm to your [broom], Malfoy. Then it could catch the Snitch for you.

I want to fall in love with something in the way I fell in love with the idea of Harry before I write anything else.