And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.

When I was quite young my parents never said books were off limits.

He never seemed to grasp the immense mutability of human nature, nor to appreciate that behind every nondescript face lay a wild and unique hinterland like his own.

No, I'm fine,' said Harry, wondering why he kept telling people this, and wondering whether he had ever been less fine.

You know, I don’t get why Fred and George only got three O.W.L.s each,” said Harry, watching as Fred, George, and Lee collected gold from the eager crowd. “They really know their stuff. . . .” “Oh, they only know flashy stuff that’s no real use to anyone,” said Hermione disparagingly. “No real use?” said Ron in a strained voice. “Hermione, they’ve got about twenty-six Galleons already. . . .

It frightened people when you were honest; it shocked them.

Was it love when somebody filled a space in your life that yawned inside you, once they had gone?