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. . . .

Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!

I think they thought it was very arrogant of me to write the end of my seven books series when I didn't have a publisher and no-one had heard of me

The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.

Promise me you’ll look after yourself … stay out of trouble …’ ‘I always do, Mrs Weasley,’ said Harry. ‘I like a quiet life, you know me.

I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation,” he said, “and I am sure he will perform it admirably.

Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son.