Worst that can happen is Hagrid’ll have to get rid of the skrewts. Sorry ... did I say worst? I meant best.

He knew one thing only, and it was beyond fear or reason: He was not going to die crouching here like a child playing hide-and-seek; he was not going to die kneeling at Voldemort’s feet . . . he was going to die upright like his father, and he was going to die trying to defend himself, even if no defense was possible. . . .

Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember...I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter... After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible, yes, but great.

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

Just then Neville caused a slight diversion by turning into a large canary.

The fame thing is interesting because I never wanted to be famous, and I never dreamt I would be famous.

I've been writing my entire life, and I'll always write.