He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her. His mother's face, his father's voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.

Oh, HONESTLY, don't you two read?

Extraordinary imagination, especially in a witch world. Also friendship.

I had an old typewriter and a big idea.

Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?

What you fear most of all is - fear. Very wise.

One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley.