Background Image

...

It's Our Choices, More Than Anything, That Show Who We Really Are.

-J. K. Rowling

...

Please Wait....
Translating....

It's Our Choices, More

J. K. Rowling

...

It's Our Choices, More Than Anything, That Show Who We Really Are.

Views: 6

Topic

More From J. K. Rowling

If You Choose To Use Your Status And Influence To Raise Your Voice On Behalf Of Those Who Have No Voice; If You Choose To Identify Not Only With The Powerful, But With The Powerless; If You Retain The Ability To Imagine Yourself Into The Lives Of Those Who Do Not Have Your Advantages, Then It Will Not Only Be Your Proud Families Who Celebrate Your Existence, But Thousands And Millions Of People Whose Reality You Have Helped Transform For The Better. We Do Not Need Magic To Change The World, We Carry All The Power We Need Inside Ourselves Already: We Have The Power To Imagine Better.

I've Got Plenty Of Money, More Money Than I Ever Dreamed I Would Have. But I Am Not A Billionaire.

Everythin' Seems Ter Happen Ter You, Doesn' It?

Naturally Shirley Had Known, As They Slid Stock Words And Phrases Back And Forth Between Them Like Beads On An Abacus, That Howard Must Be As Brimful Of Ecstasy As She Was; But To Express These Feelings Out Loud, When The News Of Death Was Still Fresh In The Air, Would Have Been Tantamount To Dancing Naked And Shrieking Obscenities, And Howard And Shirley Were Clothed, Always, In An Invisible Layer Of Decorum That They Never Laid Aside.

Love Is The Strongest Power There Is.

He Tried To Give His Wife Pleasure In Little Ways, Because He Had Come To Realize, After Nearly Two Decades Together, How Often He Disappointed Her In The Big Things. It Was Never Intentional. They Simply Had Very Different Notions Of What Ought To Take Up Most Space In Life.

Poverty Entails Fear And Stress And Sometimes Depression. It Meets A Thousand Petty Humiliations And Hardships. Climbing Out Of Poverty By Your Own Efforts That Is Something On Which To Pride Yourself But Poverty Itself Is Romanticized By Fools.

I Have Gone Temporarily Deaf And Haven't Any Idea What You Said, Harry.

He Could Tell At Once That They Carried Different Sorts Of Bubble Bath Mixed With The Water Though It Wasn't Bubble Bath As Harry Had Ever Experienced. One Tap Gushed Pink And Blue Bubbles The Size Of Footballs; Another Poured Ice-white Foam So Thick That Harry Thought It Would Have Supported His Weight If He'd Cared To Test It; A Third Sent Heavily Perfumed Purple Clouds Hovering Over The Surface Of The Water. Harry Amused Himself For A While Turning The Taps On And Off, Particularly Enjoying The Effect Of One Whose Jet Bounced Off The Surface Of The Water In Large Arcs.

I Take My Hat Off To You — Or I Would, If I Were Not Afraid Of Showering You In Spiders.

I Think It's Difficult To Be Honest About Certain Aspects Of My Work Without Acknowledging That I Have Experienced Or Felt Or Questioned Certain Of The Themes In The Books.

Only The Difference Between Truth And Lies, Courage And Cowardice.

I Scared Stephen King.

But Snape Always Seemed To Hate Me So Much.

The Fridge Had Been Emptied Of All Dudley’s Favorite Things — Fizzy Drinks And Cakes, Chocolate Bars And Burgers — And Filled Instead With Fruit And Vegetables And The Sorts Of Things That Uncle Vernon Called “rabbit Food.

[about His Dress Robes...] I’m Never Wearing Them," Ron Was Saying Stubbornly. "never." "fine," Snapped Mrs. Weasley. "go Naked. And, Harry, Make Sure You Get A Picture Of Him. Goodness Knows I Could Do With A Laugh.

No, Nothing,' Said Dumbledore, And A Great Sadness Filled His Face. 'the Time Is Long Gone When I Could Frighten You With A Burning Wardrobe And Force You To Make Repayment For Your Crimes. But I Wish I Could, Tom... I Wish I Could.

Kreacher Said Nothing,” Said The Elf, With A Second Bow To George, Adding In A Clear Undertone, “and There’s Its Twin, Unnatural Little Beasts They Are.

Dumbledore Was On His Feet Again, Pale As Any Of The Surrounding Inferi, But Taller Than Any Too, The Fire Dancing In His Eyes; His Wand Was Raised Like A Torch And From Its Tip Emanated The Flames, Like A Vast Lasso, Encircling Them All With Warmth.

I'm A Real Sucker For Guitars. I've Had A Crush On Many, Many A Guitarist.

Life Is Not A Check-list Of Acquisition Or Achievement.

You Can Try, But You Seem Cleverer Than Fudge, So I'd Have Thought You'd Have Learned From His Mistakes. He Tried Intervening At Hogwarts. You Might Have Noticed He's Not Minister Anymore, But Dumbledore's Still Headmaster. I'd Leave Dumbledore Alone, If I Were You.

Whatever House I'm In, I Hope She's Not In It.

Lockhart'll Sign Anything If It Stands Still Long Enough.

That Is The Second Time You Have Spoken Out Of Turn, Miss Granger,” Said Snape Coolly. “five More Points From Gryffindor For Being An Insufferable Know-it-all.

I Love A Good Dorothy L. Sayers.

I'm Serious, Harry, Don't Go." But Harry Only Had One Thought In His Head, Which Was To Get Back In Front Of The Mirror, And Ron Wasn't Going To Stop Him. That Third Night He Found His Way More Quickly Than Before. He Was Walking So Fast He Knew He Was Making More Noise Than Was Wise, But He Didn't Meet Anyone. And There Were His Mother And Father Smiling At Him Again, And One Of His Grandfathers Nodding Happily. Harry Sank Down To Sit On The Floor In Front Of The Mirror. There Was Nothing To Stop Him From Staying Here All Night With His Family. Nothing At All.

Gilderoy Lockhart Is Also A Lot Like Someone I Once Knew, But I Don't Think I'd Better Elaborate!

Apparently Wizards Poke Their Noses In Everywhere!

My Head Of House Said I Lacked Certain Necessary Qualities...like The Ability To Behave Myself.

Her Round, Mascara-streaked Face Looked Back At Him Out Of The Rear Window. He Forced A Grin And A Wave Before Lighting Another Cigarette, And Reflecting That Lucy's Idea Of Sympathty Compared Unfavourably With Some Of The Interrogation Techniques They Had Used At Guantanamo.

Interrogation Techniques

I Have Never Been Remotely Ashamed Of Having Been Depressed. Never. What's To Be Ashamed Of? I Went Through A Really Rough Time And I Am Quite Proud That I Got Out Of That.

Aaah ... When Two Neptunes Appear In The Sky It Is A Sure Sign That A Midget In Glasses Is Being Born, Harry.

Ginny Came In To Visit While You Were Unconscious", He Said, After A Long Pause, And Harry's Imagination Zoomed Into Overdrive, Rapidly Constructing A Scene In Which Ginny, Weeking Over His Lifeless Form, Confessed Her Feelings Of Deep Attraction To Him While Ron Gave Them His Blessing.

Harry Moved The Tip Of His Eagle-feather Quill Down The Page, Frowning As He Looked For Something That Would Help Him Write His Essay, “witch Burning In The Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless — Discuss.

I Like A Quiet Life, You Know Me.

Death's Got An Invisibility Cloak?" Harry Interrupted Again. "so He Can Sneak Up On People," Said Ron. "sometimes He Gets Bored Of Running At Them, Flapping His Arms And Shrieking.

You Cheating Scum!” Lee Jordan Was Howling Into The Megaphone, Dancing Out Of Professor Mcgonagall’s Reach. “you Filthy, Cheating B —” Professor Mcgonagall Didn’t Even Bother To Tell Him Off. She Was Actually Shaking Her Finger In Malfoy’s Direction, Her Hat Had Fallen Off, And She Too Was Shouting Furiously.

A Gigantic Tortoise With A Jewel-encrusted Shell Was Glittering Near The Window.

There Had Been No More Attacks Since Those On Justin And Nearly Headless Nick, And Madam Pomfrey Was Pleased To Report That The Mandrakes Were Becoming Moody And Secretive, Meaning That They Were Fast Leaving Childhood.

I Don't Drive. No. Cars Terrify Me. I Am Really Frightened Of Cars.

I Don't Feel Quite Normal If I Haven't Written For A While. I Doubt I Will Ever Again Write Anything As Popular As The "harry" Books, But I Can Live With That Thought Quite Easily. By The Time I Stop Writing About Harry, I Will Have Lived With Him For 13 Years, And I Know It's Going To Feel Like A Bereavement. So I'll Probably Take Some Time Off To Grieve, And Then On With The Next Book!

Turn To Page Three Hundred And Ninety-four.

During The First Five Years That I Was Writing The Series, I Made Plans And Wrote Small Pieces Of All The Books. I Concentrate On One Book At A Time, Though Occasionally I Will Get An Idea For A Future Book And Scribble It Down For Future Reference.

Mad Eye' Moody On The Avada Kedavra Curse: "not Nice," He Said Calmly. "not Pleasant. And There's No Counter Curse. There's No Blocking It. Only One Known Person Has Ever Survived It, And He's Sitting Right In Front Of Me.

I Don't Think I Am Evangelical In My Work.

We Are Only As Strong As We Are United, As Weak As We Are Divided.

Imperfect Understanding Is Often More Dangerous Than Ignorance.

I Kept Arguing That 'love Is The Most Important Force, Love Is The Most Important Force.' So I Wanted To Show Him Loving. Sometimes It's Dramatic: It Means You Lay Down Your Life. But Sometimes It Means Making Sure Someone's Trunk Is Packed And Hoping They'll Be O.k. At School.

The Knowledge That You Have Emerged Wiser And Stronger From Setbacks Means That You Are, Ever After, Secure In Your Ability To Survive. You Will Never Truly Know Yourself, Or The Strength Of Your Relationships, Until Both Have Been Tested By Adversity. Such Knowledge Is A True Gift, For All That It Is Painfully Won, And It Has Been Worth More Than Any Qualification I Ever Earned.

Sometimes, If She Simply Remained Quiet, And Let The Inadequacy Of His Excuses Reverberate On The Air, He Became Ashamed And Backtracked.

The Middle Class Is So Funny, It's The Class I Know Best, And It's The Class Where You Find The Most Pretension, So That's What Makes The Middle Classes So Funny.

If You Don’t Like To Read, You Haven’t Found The Right Book.

Why Are They All Staring?" Demanded Albus As He And Rose Craned Around To Look At The Other Students. "don’t Let It Worry You," Said Ron. "it’s Me. I’m Extremely Famous.

Harry, This Is No Time To Be A Gentleman!" Wood Roared As Harry Swerved To Avoid Collision. "knock Her Off Her Broom If You Have To!

I'll Be Writing Until I Can't Write Anymore. It's A Compulsion With Me. I Love Writing.

Wands Are Only As Powerful As The Wizards Who Use Them. Some Wizards Just Like To Boast That Theirs Are Bigger And Better Than Other People's.

Would It Hurt To Die? All Those Times He Had Thought It Was About To Happen And Escaped, He Had Never Really Thought Of The Thing Itself: His Will To Live Had Always Been So Much Stronger Than His Fear Of Death.

At Least My Happiness Doesn't Depend On Ron's Goalkeeping Ability.

Order Of The Phoenix

Krystal’s Slow Passage Up The School Had Resembled The Passage Of A Goat Through The Body Of A Boa Constrictor, Being Highly Visible And Uncomfortable For Both Parties Concerned.

Chess Was The Only Thing Hermione Ever Lost At, Something Harry And Ron Thought Was Very Good For Her.

Was It - Was She Making A Real Prediction?' Dumbledore Looked Mildly Impressed. 'do You Know, Harry, I Think She Might Have Been,' He Said Thoughtfully. 'who'd Have Thought It? That Brings Her Total Of Real Predictions Up To Two. I Should Offer Her A Pay Raise.

Parents Shouldn't Leave Their Kids Unless —unless They've Got To.

Jane Austen Is The Pinnacle To Which All Other Authors Aspire.

If There Is One Thing Voldemort Cannot Understand, It Is Love.

Magic Harry Potter

I'm A Very Distracted Person.

Do You Remember Me Telling You We Are Practicing Non-verbal Spells, Potter?" "yes," Said Harry Stiffly. "yes, Sir." "there's No Need To Call Me "sir" Professor." The Words Had Escaped Him Before He Knew What He Was Saying.

I Speak Now, Harry Potter, Directly To You. You Have Permitted Your Friends To Die For You Rather Than Face Me Yourself. I Shall Wait For One Hour In The Forbidden Forest. If, At The End Of That Hour, You Have Not Come To Me, Have Not Given Yourself Up, Then Battle Recommences. This Time, I Shall Enter The Fray Myself, Harry Potter, And I Shall Find You, And I Shall Punish Every Last Man, Woman, And Child Who Has Tried To Conceal You From Me. One Hour.

Your Devotion Is Nothing More Than Cowardice. You Would Not Be Here If You Had Anywhere Else To Go.

I Like To Get In Among A Set Of People And Get To Know Them Very Well.

Now, You Two – This Year, You Behave Yourselves. If I Get One More Owl Telling Me You've – You've Blown Up A Toilet Or –" "blown Up A Toilet? We've Never Blown Up A Toilet." "great Idea Though, Thanks, Mum.

Nasty Temper He's Got, That Sirius Black.

So That's Little Scorpious. Make Sure You Beat Him In Every Test, Rosie. Thank God You've Inherited Your Mother's Brains.

Aunt Petunia Burst Into Tears. Hestia Jones Gave Her An Approving Look That Changed To Outrage As Aunt Petunia Ran Forward And Embraced Dudley Rather Than Harry. 's-so Sweet, Dudders...' She Sobbed Into His Massive Chest. 's-such A Lovely B-boy...s-saying Thank You...' 'but He Hadn't Said Thank You At All!' Said Hestia Indignantly. 'he Only Said He Didn't Think Harry Was A Waste Of Space!' 'yeah, But Coming From Dudley That's Like "i Love You.

Excuse Me, Are You The Imprint Of A Departed Soul?

Funny Harry Potter

Yes, It Has Made Me Happier. Finishing Them Has Made Me Happier. Before I Wrote The Potter Books, I'd Never Finished A Novel. I Came Close To Finishing Two.

The Inner Eye Does Not See Upon Command.

The Fame Thing Is Interesting Because I Never Wanted To Be Famous, And I Never Dreamt I Would Be Famous. You Know, My Fantasy Of Being A Famous Writer, And Again There's A Slight Disconnect With Reality Which Happens A Lot With Me. I Imagined Being A Famous Writer Would Be Like Being Like Jane Austen.

It Does Not Do To Dwell On Dreams And Forget To Live.

In March Several Of The Mandrakes Threw A Loud And Raucous Party In Greenhouse Three. This Made Professor Sprout Very Happy. “the Moment They Start Trying To Move Into Each Other’s Pots, We’ll Know They’re Fully Mature,” She Told Harry.

People Ask Me If There Are Going To Be Stories Of Harry Potter As An Adult. Frankly, If I Wanted To, I Could Keep Writing Stories Until Harry Is A Senior Citizen, But I Don't Know How Many People Would Actually Want To Read About A 65 Year Old Harry Still At Hogwarts Playing Bingo With Ron And Hermione.

The Difficult Thing, The Glorious Thing, Was To Be Who You Really Were, Even If That Person Was Cruel Or Dangerous, Particularly If Cruel And Dangerous. There Was Courage In Not Distinguishing The Animal You Happened To Be. On The Other Hand, You Had To Avoid Pretending To Be More Of An Animal Than You Were: Take That Path, Start Exaggerating Or Faking And You Became Just Another Cubby, Just As Much Of A Liar, A Hypocrite

When The Dark Lord Takes Over, Is He Going To Care How Many O.w.l.s Or N.e.w.t.s Anyone’s Got? Of Course He Isn’t. . . . It’ll Be All About The Kind Of Service He Received, The Level Of Devotion He Was Shown.

Mistletoe," Said Luna Dreamily, Pointing At A Large Clump Of White Berries Placed Almost Over Harry's Head. He Jumped Out From Under It. "good Thinking," Said Luna Seriously. "it's Often Infested With Nargles.

He Sounds Exactly Like Moody," Said Harry Quietly, Tucking The Letter Away Again Inside His Robes. "'constant Vigilance!' You'd Think I Walk Around With My Eyes Shut, Banging Off The Walls.

The Mind Is Not A Book, To Be Opened At Will And Examined At Leisure. Thoughts Are Not Etched On The Inside Of Skulls, To Be Perused By An Invader. The Mind Is A Complex And Many-layered Thing.

Merlin’s Beard, Harry, You Made Me Jump,” Said Slughorn, Stopping Dead In His Tracks And Looking Wary. “how Did You Get Out Of The Castle?” “i Think Filch Must’ve Forgotten To Lock The Doors,” Said Harry Cheerfully, And Was Delighted To See Slughorn Scowl.

Just Because You Have The Emotional Range Of A Teaspoon Doesn't Mean We All Have.

Funny Harry Potter

It Is A Curious Thing, Harry, But Perhaps Those Who Are Best Suited To Power Are Those Who Have Never Sought It. Those Who, Like You, Have Leadership Thrust Upon Them, And Take Up The Mantle Because They Must, And Find To Their Own Surprise That They Wear It Well.

But Before He Went Loopy He Was The Life And Soul Of The Party," Said Fred. "he Used To Down An Entire Bottle Of Firewhiskey, Then Run Onto The Dance Floor, Hoist Up His Robes, And Start Pulling Bunches Of Flowers Out Of His--" Yes, He Sounds Like A Real Charmer," Said Hermione, While Harry Roared With Laughter. Never Married, For Some Reason," Said Ron.

Pagford, Which By Night Was No More Than A Cluster Of Twinkling Lights In A Dark Hollow Far Below, Was Emerging Into Chilly Sunlight.

There Appears To Be Something To Do With Vehicles And Movement That Stimulates My Writing.

Remus Lupin Was Supposed To Be On The H.i.v. Metaphor. It Was Someone Who Had Been Infected Young, Who Suffered Stigma, Who Had A Fear Of Infecting Others, Who Was Terrified He Would Pass On His Condition To His Son. And It Was A Way Of Examining Prejudice, Unwarranted Prejudice Towards A Group Of People. And Also, Examining Why People Might Become Embittered When They're Treated That Unfairly.

Harry Found The [tea]... Seemed To Burn Away A Little Of The Fear Fluttering In His Chest.

Fred, You Next," The Plump Woman Said. "i'm Not Fred, I'm George," Said The Boy. "honestly, Woman, You Call Yourself Our Mother? Can't You Tell I'm George?" "sorry, George, Dear." "only Joking, I Am Fred," Said The Boy And Off He Went.

It's Our Choices, More Than Anything, That Show Who We Really Are.

I’m Not A Freak. That’s A Horrible Thing To Say." "that’s Where You’re Going. A Special School For Freaks. You And That Snape Boy ... Weirdos, That’s What You Two Are..." "you Didn’t Think It Was Such A Freak’s School When You Wrote The Headmaster And Begged Him To Take You.

Bless My Soul,” Whispered The Old Bartender, “harry Potter . . . What An Honor.

You Thought I Would Not Weesh To Marry Him? Or Per'aps You Hoped?" Said Fleur, Her Nostrils Flaring. "what Do I Care How He Looks? I Am Good-looking Enough For Both Of Us, I Theenk! All These Scars Show Is Zat My Husband Is Brave! And I Shall Do Zat!" She Added Fiercely, Pushing Mrs. Weasley Aside And Snatching The Ointment From Her.

The Stories We Love Best Do Live In Us Forever.

What Are Fred And I? Next Door Neighbors?

Funny Harry Potter

And All Along The Corridor The Statues And Suits Of Armor Jumped Down From Their Plinths, And From The Echoing Crashes From The Floors Above And Below, Harry Knew That Their Fellows Throughout The Castle Had Done The Same.

Longbottom, If Brains Were Gold, You'd Be Poorer Than Weasley, And That's Saying Something.

I Felt I Had To Solve Everyone's Problems.

I Think That Emotionally, I've Probably Felt A Little Bit More Balanced When I Started Writing Again.

What's That?" He Snarled, Staring At The Envelope Harry Was Still Clutching In His Hand. "if It's Another Form For Me To Sign, You've Got Another -" "it's Not," Said Harry Cheerfully. "it's A Letter From My Godfather." "godfather?" Sputtered Uncle Vernon. "you Haven't Got A Godfather!" "yes, I Have," Said Harry Brightly. "he Was My Mum And Dad's Best Friend. He's A Convicted Murderer, But He's Broken Out Of Wizard Prison And He's On The Run. He Likes To Keep In Touch With Me, Though...keep Up With My News...check If I'm Happy.

I Did Not Set Out To Convert Anyone To Christianity.

Once Again, You Show All The Sensitivity Of A Blunt Axe.

Funny Harry Potter

Albus Severus," Harry Said Quietly, So That Nobody But Ginny Could Hear, And She Was Tactful Enough To Pretend To Be Waving To Rose, Who Was Now On The Train, "you Were Named For Two Headmasters Of Hogwarts. One Of Them Was A Slytherin And He Was Probably The Bravest Man I Ever Knew.

We'll Be There, Harry," Said Ron "what?" "at Your Aunt And Uncle's House," Said Ron, "and Then We'll Go With You Wherever You're Going." "no-" Said Harry Quickly; He Hadn't Counted On This, He Had Meant Them To Understand That He Was Undertaking The Most Dangerous Journey Alone. "you Said It Once Before," Said Hermione Quickly, "that There Was Time To Turn Back If We Wanted To. We've Had Time, Haven't We? We're With You Whatever Happens.

I Am Not Trying To Influence Anyone Into Black Magic. That Is The Very Last Thing I'd Want To Do.

No, I'm Fine,' Said Harry, Wondering Why He Kept Telling People This, And Wondering Whether He Had Ever Been Less Fine.

Always The Tone Of Surpise.

I Knew I Could Do It All This Time,” Said Harry, “because I'd Already Done It... Does That Make Sense?

Muggle Women Wear Them, Archie, Not The Men, They Wear These," Said The Ministry Wizard, And He Brandished The Pinstriped Trousers. "i'm Not Putting Them On," Said Old Archie In Indignation. "i Like A Healthy Breeze 'round My Privates, Thanks.

There Was A Brief Silence In Which The Distant Echo Of Hagrid Smashing Down A Wooden Front Door Seemed To Reverberate Through The Intervening Years.

I Tell You, That Dragon's The Most Horrible Animal I've Ever Met, But The Way Hagrid Goes On About It, You'd Think It Was A Fluffy Little Bunny Rabbit.

Killing Is Not So Easy As The Innocent Believe.

How Do You Feel, Georgie?" Whispered Mrs. Weasley. George's Fingers Groped For The Side Of His Head. "saintlike," He Murmured. "what's Wrong With Him?" Croaked Fred, Looking Terrified. "is His Mind Affected?" "saintlike," Repeated George, Opening His Eyes And Looking Up At His Brother. "you See...i'm Holey, Fred, Geddit?

Many Prefer Not To Exercise Their Imaginations At All. They Choose To Remain Comfortably Within The Bounds Of Their Own Experience, Never Troubling To Wonder How It Would Feel To Have Been Born Other Than They Are.

I Sat And Thought For Four (delayed Train) Hours, And All The Details Bubbled Up In My Brain, And This Scrawny, Black-haired, Bespectacled Boy Who Didn't Know He Was A Wizard Became More And More Real To Me.

But You're Dead," Said Harry. "oh Yes," Said Dumbledore Matter-of-factly. "then...i'm Dead Too?" "ah," Said Dumbledore, Smiling Still More Broadly. "that Is The Question, Isn't It? On The Whole, Dear Boy, I Think Not.” They Looked At Each Other, The Old Man Still Beaming. "not?" Repeated Harry. "not," Said Dumbledore. "but…" Harry Raised His Hand Instinctively Toward The Lightning Scar. It Did Not Seem To Be There. "but I Should Have Died—i Didn't Defend Myself! I Meant To Let Him Kill Me!" "and That," Said Dumbledore, "will, I Think, Have Made All The Difference.

Montague's Just Been Found In A Toilet, Sir.

Shut Your Mouth! You Dare Speak His Name With Your Unworthy Lips, You Dare Besmirch It With Your Half-blood's Tongue, You Dare —

What I Would Most Like To Think They Would Take Away, Is What I Take Away When I Read My Favorite Books. Which Is The Knowledge That There Is Always Somewhere You Can Go, That You Love, And Where You're Safe. And That's How I Feel About My Favorite Books, Wherever I Am, If I've Got That Book With Me, I've Got A Place Where I Can Go And Be Happy. So If That Place Is Hogwarts For Anyone, Then I Couldn't Be More Honored Or Humbled.

You Think It - Wise - To Trust Hagrid With Something As Important As This?" "i Would Trust Hagrid With My Life," Said Dumbledore.

He Dreamed Of London And Of A Life That Mattered.

She Was On Edge, Feeling That She Might Snap Or Cry At The Smallest Provocation.

Rock Bottom Can Be A Solid Foundation From Which You Can Rebuild Your Life On.

Solid Foundation

Then You Should Have Died! Died, Rather Than Betray Your Friends, As We Would Have Done For You!

And Percy Was Shaking His Brother, And Ron Was Kneeling Beside Them, And Fred's Eyes Stared Without Seeing, The Ghost Of His Last Laugh Still Etched Upon His Face.

You Lose Your Individuality A Huge Amount When You Have No Money, And I Certainly Had That Experience.

Tell Me, How Is Lucius Malfoy These Days? I Expect He's Delighted His Lapdog's Working At Hogwarts, Isn't He?" "speaking Of Dogs," Said Snape Softly, "did You Know That Lucius Malfoy Recognized You Last Time You Risked A Little Jaunt Outside? Clever Idea, Black, Getting Yourself Seen On A Safe Station Platform. Gave You A Cast-iron Excuse Not To Leave Your Hidey-hole In Future, Didn't It?

Such Loyalty Is Admirable, Of Course,” Said Scrimgeour, Who Seemed To Be Restraining His Irritation With Difficulty, “but Dumbledore Is Gone, Harry. He’s Gone.” “he Will Only Be Gone From The School When None Here Are Loyal To Him,” Said Harry, Smiling In Spite Of Himself.

But I Was The Most Unashamed Lone Parent You Were Ever Going To Meet.

I Seem To Remember Telling You Both That I Would Have To Expel You If You Broke Any More School Rules,” Said Dumbledore. Ron Opened His Mouth In Horror. “which Goes To Show That The Best Of Us Must Sometimes Eat Our Words,” Dumbledore Went On, Smiling.

It Was, He Thought, The Difference Between Being Dragged Into The Arena To Face A Battle To The Death And Walking Into The Arena With Your Head Held High. Some People, Perhaps, Would Say That There Was Little To Choose Between The Two Ways, But Dumbledore Knew - And So Do I, Thought Harry, With A Rush Of Fierce Pride, And So Did My Parents - That There Was All The Difference In The World.

One Can Never Have Enough Socks," Said Dumbledore. "another Christmas Has Come And Gone And I Didn't Get A Single Pair. People Will Insist On Giving Me Books.

It Is The Unknown We Fear When We Look Upon Death And Darkness, Nothing More.

I Took A Wrong Turn On The Way To The Bathroom And Found Myself In A Beautifully Proportioned Room I Had Never Seen Before, Containing A Really Rather Magnificent Collection Of Chamberpots. When I Went Back To Investigate More Closely, I Discovered That The Room Had Vanished. But I Must Keep An Eye Out For It. Possibly It Is Only Accessible At Five Thirty In The Morning. Or It May Only Appear At The Quarter Moon - Or When The Seeker Has An Exceptionally Full Bladder.

Twitchy Little Ferret, Aren't You, Malfoy?

Another Ten Points From Gryffindor,” Said Snape. “i Would Expect Nothing More Sophisticated From You, Ronald Weasley, The Boy So Solid He Cannot Apparate Half An Inch Across A Room.

Get Off Me,” Harry Spat, Throwing Pettigrew’s Hands Off Him In Disgust. “i’m Not Doing This For You. I’m Doing It Because — I Don’t Reckon My Dad Would’ve Wanted Them To Become Killers — Just For You.

He Had Been So Busy Getting Away From The Library, He Hadn't Paid Attention To Where He Was Going.

It Is Impossible To Manufacture Or Imitate Love.

We'll Send You A Hogwarts Toilet Seat!

Life, For Colin, Was One Long Brace Against Pain And Disappointment, And Everybody Apart From His Wife Was An Enemy Until Proven Otherwise.

Tessa Was Convinced That It Was A Lie, And Also That Everything She Had Done In Her Life, Telling Herself That It Was For The Best, Had Been No More Than Blind Selfishness, Generating Confusion And Mess All Around. But Who Could Bear To Know Which Stars Were Already Dead, She Thought, Blinking Up At The Night Sky; Could Anybody Stand To Know They All Were?

Oh You Is A Bad Elf, Dobby!

He Was My Mum And Dad's Best Friend. He's A Convicted Murderer, But He's Broken Out Of Wizard Prison And He's On The Run. He Likes To Keep In Touch With Me, Though...keep Up With My News...check If I'm Happy.

You Don't Have Sex Near Unicorns. It's An Ironclad Rule. It's Tacky.

And Do I Look Like The Kind Of Man That Can Be Intimidated?" Barked Uncle Vernon. "well..." Said Moody, Pushing Back His Bowler Hat To Reveal His Sinisterly Revolving Eye. Uncle Vernon Lept Backward In Horror And Collided Painfully With A Luggage Trolley. "yes, I'd Have To Say You Do, Dursley.

What Was There To Be Gained By Fighting The Most Evil Wizard Who Has Ever Existed?" Said Black, With A Terrible Fury In His Face. "only Innocent Lives, Peter!" "you Don't Understand!" Whined Pettigrew. "he Would Have Killed Me, Sirius!" "then You Should Have Died!" Roared Black. "died Rather Than Betray Your Friends, As We Would Have Done For You!

Is It True That You Shouted At Professor Umbridge?" "yes." "you Called Her A Liar?" "yes." "you Told Her He Who Must Not Be Named Is Back?" "yes." "have A Biscuit, Potter.

Welcome To A New Year At Hogwarts! Before We Begin Our Banquet, I Would Like To Say A Few Words. And Here They Are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

Or Perhaps In Slytherin, You'll Make Your Real Friends. Those Cunning Folk Use Any Means To Achieve Their Ends.

Everything Was Curved To Fit The Walls: The Stove, The Sink And The Cupboards, And All Of It Had Been Painted With Flowers, Insects And Birds In Bright Primary Colours.

Raindrops The Size Of Bullets Thundered On The Castle Windows For Days On End; The Lake Rose, The Flower Beds Turned Into Muddy Streams, And Hagrid’s Pumpkins Swelled To The Size Of Garden Sheds.

You Will Also Find That Help Will Always Be Given At Hogwarts To Those Who Ask For It.

Inspirational Harry Potter

Time Is Galleons, Little Brother.

He's Only Silent Because He's Too Thick To String Two Words Together.

Fred And George Turned To Each Other And Said Together, "wow, We're Identical!" "i Dunno Though, I Think I'm Still Better Looking," Said Fred, Examining His Reflection In The Kettle.

There's The Silver Lining I've Been Looking For.

I Feel I Owe You Another Explanation Harry," Said Dumbledore Hesitantly. "you May, Perhaps, Wondered Why I Never Chose You As A Prefect? I Must Confess...that I Rather Thought...you Had Enough Responsibility To Be Going On With." Harry Looked Up At Him And Saw A Tear Trickling Down Dumbledore's Face Into His Long Silver Beard.

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.

Failure Is So Impor - It Doesn't Get Spoken About Enough. We Speak About Success All The Time.

Long Ago, When Harry Had Been Left Alone While The Dursley's Went Out To Enjoy Themselves, The Hours Of Solitude Had Been A Rare Treat: Pausing Only To Sneak Something Tasty From The Fridge, He Had Rushed Upstairs To Play On Dudley's Computer, Or Put On The Television And Flicked Through The Channels To His Heart's Content. It Gave Him An Odd Empty Feeling To Remember Those Times; It Was Like Remembering A Younger Brother Whom He Had Lost.

The Death Eaters Can't All Be Pure-blood, There Aren't Enough Pure-blood Wizards Left," Said Hermione Stubbornly. "i Expect Most Of Them Are Half-bloods Pretending To Be Pure. It's Only Muggle-borns They Hate, They'd Be Quite Happy To Let You And Ron Join Up" "there Is No Way They'd Let Me Be A Death Eater!" Said Ron Indignantly...."my Whole Family Are Blood Traitors! That's As Bad As Muggle-borns To Death Eaters!" "and They'd Love To Have Me," Said Harry Sarcastically. "we'd Be Best Pals If They Didn't Keep Trying To Do Me In.

Harry Looked Around; There Was Ginny Running Toward Him; She Had A Hard Blazing Look In Her Face As She Threw Her Arms Around Him. And Without Thinking, Without Planning It, Without Worrying About The Fact That Fifty People Were Watching, Harry Kissed Her. After Several Long Moments, Or It Might Have Been Half An Hour-or Possibly Several Sunlit Days- They Broke Apart.

Crackers!” Said Dumbledore Enthusiastically, Offering The End Of A Large Silver Noisemaker To Snape, Who Took It Reluctantly.

Professor Kettleburn, Our Care Of Magical Creatures Teacher, Retired At The End Of Last Year In Order To Enjoy More Time With His Remaining Limbs.

He Read The Letter Again, But Could Not Take In Any More Meaning Than He Had Done The First Time And Was Reduced To Staring At The Handwriting Itself. She Had Made Her G's The Same Way He Did : He Searched Through The Letter For Every One Of Them, And Each Felt Like A Friendly Little Wave Glimpsed From Behind A Veil. The Letter Was An Incredible Treasure, Proof That Lily Potter Had Lived, Really Lived, That Her Warm Hand Had Once Moved Across This Parchment, Tracing Ink Into These Letters, These Words, Words About Him, Harry, Her Son.

You Do Not Seek To Kill Me, Dumbledore?" Called Voldemort, His Scarlet Eyes Narrowed. "above Such Brutality, Are You?" "we Both Know That There Are Other Ways Of Destroying A Man, Tom," Dumbledore Said Calmly. "merely Taking Your Life Would Not Satisfy Me, I Admit - " "there Is Nothing Worse Than Death, Dumbledore!" Snarled Voldemort. "you Are Quite Wrong," Said Dumbledore, Speaking As Lightly As Though They Were Discussing The Matter Over Drinks. "indeed, Your Failure To Understand That There Are Things Much Worse Than Death Has Always Been Your Greatest Weakness.

If He Doesn't Stop Trying To Save Your Life He's Going To Kill You.

Harry!" Said Fred, Elbowing Percy Out Of The Way And Bowing Deeply. "simply Splendid To See You, Old Boy-" "marvelous," Said George, Pushing Fred Aside And Seizing Harry's Hand In Turn. "absolutely Spiffing." Percy Scowled. "that's Enough, Now," Said Mrs. Weasley. "mum!" Said Fred As Though He'd Only Just Spotted Her And Seizing Her Hand Too. "how Really Corking To See You-

Funny Harry Potter

Why Do I Talk About The Benefits Of Failure? Simply Because Failure Meant A Stripping Away Of The Inessential. I Stopped Pretending To Myself That I Was Anything Other Than What I Was, And Began To Direct All My Energy Into Finishing The Only Work That Mattered To Me.

Sukhvinder Wished That She Could Be More Like Krystal: Funny And Tough; Impossible To Intimidate; Always Coming Out Fighting.

Love Wins. It Does Win. We Know It Wins.

Pity You Can't Attach An Extra Arm To Your [broom], Malfoy. Then It Could Catch The Snitch For You.

Angelina, Alicia, And Katie Suddenly Giggled. "what?" Said Wood, Frowning At This Lighthearted Behavior. "he's That Tall, Good-looking One, Isn't He?" Said Angelina. "strong And Silent," Said Katie, And They Started To Giggle Again. "he's Only Silent Because He's Too Thick To String Two Words Together," Said Fred Impatiently.

Everyone Queue Up!' Malfoy Roared To The Crowd. 'harry Potter's Giving Out Signed Photos!

Snape's Patronus Was A Doe,' Said Harry, 'the Same As My Mother's Because He Loved Her For Nearly All Of His Life, From When They Were Children.

As He Followed Bill Back To The Others A Wry Though Came To Him, Born No Doubt Of The Wine He Had Drunk. He Seemed Set On Course To Become Just As Reckless A Godfather To Teddy Lupin As Sirius Black Had Been To Him.

Harry, You Wonderful Boy, You Brave, Brave Man.

He Might Have Crawled Up Into The Airing Cupboard And Died, But I Mustn't Get My Hopes Up.

The World Had Ended, So Why Had The Battle Not Ceased, The Castle Fallen Silent In Horror, And Every Combatant Laid Down Their Arms? Harry's Mind Was In Freefall, Spinning Out Of Control, Unable To Grasp The Impossiblity, Because Fred Weasley Could Not Be Dead, The Evidence Of All His Senses Must Be Lying -

Why Would I Go Looking For Someone I Know Wants To Kill Me?

Wonder What It’s Like To Have A Peaceful Life,” Ron Sighed, As Evening After Evening They Struggled Through All The Extra Homework They Were Getting.

Three Turns Should Do It.

What Must Strike Any Intelligent Witch Or Wizard On Studying The So-called History Of The Elder Wand Is That Every Man Who Claims To Have Owned It Has Insisted That It Is "unbeatable," When The Known Facts Of Its Passage Through Many Owners' Hands Demonstrate That Has It Not Only Been Beaten Hundreds Of Times, But That It Also Attracts Trouble As Grumble The Grubby Goat Attracted Flies.

Yeah, But Coming From Dudley That's Like "i Love You.

Oh No You Don’t, Laddie!” Harry Spun Around. Professor Moody Was Limping Down The Marble Staircase. His Wand Was Out And It Was Pointing Right At A Pure White Ferret, Which Was Shivering On The Stone-flagged Floor, Exactly Where Malfoy Had Been Standing.

Funny Harry Potter

Jealous?...of What? I Don't Want A Foul Scar Right Across My Head, Thanks. I Don't Think Getting Your Head Cut Open Makes You That Special, Myself.

Gavin Saw A Grave Purely As A Marker For The Place Where A Corpse Was Decomposing; A Nasty Thought, Yet People Took It Into Their Heads To Visit And Bring Flowers, As Though It Might Yet Recover.

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.

Well I Think It Is Often The Case That The Biggest Bullies Take What They Know To Be Their Own Defects, As They See It, And They Put Them Right On Someone Else And Then They Try And Destroy The Other And That's What Voldemort Does.

Everybody Finished The Song At Different Times. At Last, Only The Weasley Twins Were Left Singing Along To A Very Slow Funeral March.

Oh, For Heaven’s Sake, Sirius, Dumbledore Said No!” A Bearlike Black Dog Had Appeared At Harry’s Side As Harry Clambered Over The Various Trunks Cluttering The Hall To Get To Mrs. Weasley. “oh Honestly,” Said Mrs. Weasley Despairingly. “well, On Your Own Head Be It!” The Great Black Dog Gave A Joyful Bark And Gamboled Around Them, Snapping At Pigeons, And Chasing Its Own Tail. Harry Couldn’t Help Laughing. Sirius Had Been Trapped Inside For A Very Long Time.

The Ministry Has Fallen. Scrimgeour Is Dead. They Are Coming.

Contemplating The Task Ahead Would Not Make It Easier Or The Water Warmer.

Trending Author

Robert Griffin III

Carroll Quigley

Alexander Smith

Category