Her grief was so big and wild it terrified her, like an evil beast that had erupted from under the floorboards.

Well, better expelled and able to defend yourselves than sitting safely in school without a clue," said Sirius.

Or perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends. Those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends.

Because - oh shut up laughing, you two - because they've just been turned down by girls they asked to the ball!

Just because you’re allowed to use magic now you don’t have to whip your wands out for every tiny little thing!

Poverty entails fear and stress and sometimes depression. It means a thousand petty humiliations and hardships.

They don't know we're not allowed to use magic at home. I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer.

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

Both could feel the relationship crumbling to pieces beneath the weight of everything that Gavin refused to say.

To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.

I loved writing for kids, I loved talking to children about what I'd written, I don't want to leave that behind.

Harry Potter has kindly joined us for my rebirthing party. One might go so far as to call him my guest of honor.

Professor Flitwick had dried himself off and set Seamus lines ("I am a wizard not a baboon brandishing a stick")

I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry.

From now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'Die, Ron, Die,' I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong.

Trust me," he said. "I know what I'm doing... or at least" -- he strolled confidently to the door -- "Felix does.

That's what they should teach us here. How girls' brains work... It would be more useful than divination, anyway.

Did you know— then?” asked Harry. “Did I know that I had just met the most dangerous Dark wizard of all time? No.

Dumbledore's man through and through, aren't you Potter?" "Yeah I am," said Harry. "Glad we straightened that out.

And that boys," yelled Mr. Weasley over the tumult of the crowd below,"is why you should never go for looks alone!

You will never truly know yourself or the strength of your relationships until both have been tested by adversity.

You've got to appreciate what the worst is. You don't want to find yourself in a situation where you're facing it.

I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you.

As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters. I wish you all very good lives.

Snape is vindictive, he's cruel. He's not a big man. But he loves. I like him, but I'd also like to slap him hard.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind.

All those poor elves I haven’t set free yet, having to stay over during Christmas because there aren’t enough hats!

If it's a good book, anyone will read it. I'm totally unashamed about still reading things I loved in my childhood.

I forgot Dumbledore trashed Hogwarts, refused to resign and ran off to the forest to make speeches to angry trolls.

Hogwarts is threatened!” shouted Professor McGonagall. “Man the boundaries, protect us, do your duty to our school!

Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.

Every time he tried to reconstruct the internal arguments that had led to his decision, they sounded feebler to him.

We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

It's the ability to resist failure, in many ways, or use failure that often leads to the greatest success, isn't it?

Scared?" Malfoy muttered, so that Lockhart couldn't hear him. "You wish." said Harry out of the corner of his mouth.

Ron," said Hermione in a dignified voice, "you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet.

I want to fall in love with something in the way I fell in love with the idea of Harry before I write anything else.

There you go, Harry!” Ron shouted over the noise. “You weren’t being thick after all — you were showing moral fiber!

Our Headmaster is taking a short break," said Professor McGonagall, pointing at the Snape-shaped hole in the window.

Her son lives. He has her eyes, precisely her eyes. You remember the shape and color of Lily Evans's eyes, I am sure?

I love being a writer. I am very lucky my life's ambition turned out to be just as much fun as I thought it would be.

Personally, I'd have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely.

Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry. Phoenixes burst into flame when it is time for them to die and are reborn from the ashes.

On Harry dug, deeper and deeper into the hard, cold earth, subsuming his grief in sweat, denying the pain in his scar.

I must admit, Peter, I have difficulty in understanding why an innocent man would want to spend twelve years as a rat.

According to Nietzche," said a sharp new voice, making them all jump, "philosophy is the biography of the philosopher.

He yearned not to feel... He wished he could rip out his heart, his innards, everything that was screaming inside him.

Personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a checklist of acquisition. Your qualifications are not your life.

No, I'm fine,' said Harry, wondering why he kept telling people this, and wondering whether he had ever been less fine.

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