When he straightened up again, there were six Harry Potters gasping and panting in front of him. Fred and George turned to each other and said together, "Wow -- we're identical!

She was on edge, feeling that she might snap or cry at the smallest provocation.

If you're holding out for universal popularity, I'm afraid you will be in this cabin for a very long time.

Life is too short. I only want to do things that I enjoy, or that I think are good or worth doing.

Lily and James only made you Secret-Keeper because I suggested it,” Black hissed, so venomously that Pettigrew took a step backward. “I thought it was the perfect plan... a bluff... Voldemort would be sure to come after me, would never dream they’d use a weak, talentless thing like you... It must have been the finest moment of your miserable life, telling Voldemort you could hand him the Potters.

Every hour that passed added to her grief, because it bore her further away from the living man, and because it was a tiny foretaste of the eternity she would have to spend without him.

In opening them, he discovered that he had eyes.