According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.

There is no part of me that feels that I represented myself as your children’s babysitter or their teacher. I was always, I think, completely honest. I’m a writer, and I will write what I want to write.

Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good.

For that was the terrible power of the dementors: to force their victims to relive the worst memories of their lives, and drown, powerless, in theirown despair. . . .

And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?

You saved Dad's life. If anyone's got the right to eavesdrop on him, it's you.

A gigantic tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell was glittering near the window.