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Oh, That,' Said Ginny, Giggling. 'well-percy's Got A Girlfriend.' Fred Dropped A Stack Of Books On George's Head. 'what?' 'it's That Ravenclaw Prefect, Penelope Clearwater,' Said Ginny. 'that's Who He Was Writing To All Last Summer. He's Been Meeting Her All Over The School In Secret. I Walked In On Them Kissing In An Empty Classroom One Day. He Was So Upset When She Was-you Know-attacked. You Won't Tease Him, Will You?' She Added Anxiously. 'wouldn't Dream Of It,' Said Fred, Who Was Looking Like His Birthday Had Come Early.

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Oh, That,' Said Ginny, Giggling. 'well-percy's Got A Girlfriend.' Fred Dropped A Stack Of Books On George's Head. 'what?' 'it's That Ravenclaw Prefect, Penelope Clearwater,' Said Ginny. 'that's Who He Was Writing To All Last Summer. He's Been Meeting Her All Over The School In Secret. I Walked In On Them Kissing In An Empty Classroom One Day. He Was So Upset When She Was-you Know-attacked. You Won't Tease Him, Will You?' She Added Anxiously. 'wouldn't Dream Of It,' Said Fred, Who Was Looking Like His Birthday Had Come Early.

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There's Nothing Better When Something Comes And Hits You And You Think 'yes'!

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

There's Always Room For A Story That Can Transport People To Another Place.

Well, You're Expelling Us Aren't You?" Said Ron. "not Today, Mr. Weasley." Snape Looked As Though Christmas Had Been Canceled.

Nobody's Ever Asked Me To A Party Before, As A Friend. Is That Why You Dyed Your Eyebrow, For The Party? Should I Do Mine Too?

Just Think How Many Books I Could've Sold If Harry Had Been A Bit More Creative With His Wand." -[on The Success Of 50 Shades Of Grey]

I Can't Give A Professor Love!

... Perhaps Those Who Are Best Suited To Power Are Those Who Have Never Sought It.

Harry Potter Movie

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.

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.

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.

It’s So Difficult To Describe [depression] To Someone Who’s Never Been There, Because It’s Not Sadness. I Know Sadness. Sadness Is To Cry And To Feel. But It’s That Cold Absence Of Feeling — That Really Hollowed-out Feeling.

Don't Count Your Owls Before They Are Delivered.

Am I About To Discover Where You, Ron, And Hermione Disappeared To While You Were Supposed To Be In The Back Room Of Fred And George's Shop?" How Did You...?" Harry, Please. You're Talking To The Man Who Raised Fred And George.

Young People Are So Infernally Convinced That They Are Absolutely Right About Everything.

Hedwig Didn't Return Until The End Of The Easter Holidays. Percy's Letter Was Enclosed In A Package Of Easter Eggs That Mrs. Weasley Had Sent. Both Harry's And Ron's Were The Size Of Dragon Eggs, And Full Of Home-made Toffee. Hermione's, However, Was Smaller Than A Chicken's Egg. Her Face Fell When She Saw It. "your Mum Doesn't Read Witch's Weekly, By Any Chance, Does She, Ron?" She Asked Quietly. "yeah," Said Ron, Whose Mouth Was Full Of Toffee. "gets It For The Recipes." Hermione Looked Sadly At Her Tiny Egg.

Scared?" Malfoy Muttered, So That Lockhart Couldn't Hear Him. "you Wish." Said Harry Out Of The Corner Of His Mouth.

Oh, Shut Up Weatherby.

Oh Please," Said Zacharias Smith, Rolling His Eyes And Folding His Arms. "i Don't Think Expelliarmus Is Exactly Going To Help Us Against You-know-who, Do You?" "i've Used It Against Him," Harry Said Quietly. "it Saved My Life Last June.

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.

When I Was Quite Young My Parents Never Said Books Were Off Limits.

I Was A Fool!" Percy Roared, So Loudly That Lupin Nearly Dropped His Photograph. "i Was An Idiot, I Was A Pompous Prat, I Was A - A -" "ministry-loving, Family-disowning, Power-hungry Moron," Said Fred. Percy Swallowed. "yes, I Was!" "well, You Can't Say Fairer Than That," Said Fred, Holding Out His Hand To Percy.

'harry Potter' Gave Me Back Self Respect. Harry Gave Me A Job To Do That I Loved More Than Anything Else.

The Presence Of Hundreds Of Books Had Finally Convinced Hermione That What They Were Doing Was Right.

Do You—do You Think I Want To—do You Think I Give A—i Don't Care What You Have To Say!" Harry Roared. "you Will," Said Dumbledore Sadly. "because You Are Not Nearly As Mad At Me As You Ought To Be. If You Are To Attack Me, As I Know You Are Close To Doing, I Would Like To Have Thoroughly Earned It.

So Dobby Stopped Us From Getting On The Train And Broke Your Arm. . . ." He Shook His Head. "you Know What, Harry? If He Doesn't Stop Trying To Save Your Life He's Going To Kill You.

Instead (harry) Contented Himself With Scrawling A Note To Ron: Let's Do It Tonight.

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.

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.

That's What They Should Teach Us Here. How Girls' Brains Work... It Would Be More Useful Than Divination, Anyway.

What Are We Doing Here? Has Something Gone Wrong?” “oh No, Ron,” Came Fred’s Voice, Very Sarcastically. “no, This Is Exactly Where We Wanted To End Up.

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In The End, Love Wins. It Does Win. We Know It Wins. When A Person Dies, Love Isn’t Turned Off Like A Faucet. It Is An Amazingly Resilient Part Of Us.

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

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Ron, You Know Full Well Harry And I Were Brought Up By Muggles!” Said Hermione. “we Didn’t Hear Stories Like That When We Were Little, We Heard ‘snow White And The Seven Dwarfs’ And ‘cinderella’ —” “what’s That, An Illness?” Asked Ron.

I'm Dying!" Malfoy Yelled, As The Class Panicked. "i'm Dying, Look At Me! It's Killed Me!

That's Right," Said Luna Encouragingly, As If They Were Back In The Room Of Requirement And This Was Simply Spell Practice For The D.a. "that's Right, Harry... Come On, Think Of Something Happy..." "something Happy?" He Said, His Voice Cracked. "we're All Still Here," She Whispered, "we're Still Fighting. Come On, Now.

George,” Said Fred, “i Think We’ve Outgrown Full-time Education.” “yeah, I’ve Been Feeling That Way Myself,” Said George Lightly.

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The Forbidden Forest Looked As Though It Had Been Enchanted, Each Tree Smattered With Silver, And Hagrid's Cabin Looked Like An Iced Cake.

Dudley Had Reached Roughly The Size And Weight Of A Young Killer Whale.

Muggles Have Garden Gnomes, Too, You Know," Harry Told Ron As They Crossed The Lawn. "yeah, I've Seen Those Things They Think Are Gnomes," Said Ron, Bent Double With His Head In A Peony Bush, "like Fat Little Santa Clauses With Fishing Rods.

The Chasers Throw The Quaffle And Put It Through The Hoops To Score,” Harry Recited. “so — That’s Sort Of Like Basketball On Broomsticks With Six Hoops, Isn’t It?” “what’s Basketball?” Said Wood Curiously. “never Mind,” Said Harry Quickly.

Get Up, You Useless Lump, Get Up!

My Readers Have To Work With Me To Create The Experience. They Have To Bring Their Imaginations To The Story. No One Sees A Book In The Same Way, No One Sees The Characters The Same Way. As A Reader You Imagine Them In Your Own Mind. So, Together, As Author And Reader, We Have Both Created The Story.

Will There Ever Be An Encyclopedia? Possibly. I Would Say Two Things About The Encyclopedia: Firstly, I’ve Always Said And I Stand By It, Whenever I Do Do A Printed Encyclopedia I Would Like All The Proceeds To Go To Charity. Back In 1998 I Never Dreamt I Personally I Would Be In The Position That I Could Set Up A Large Charitable Foundation And Personally Do Things For Charity, And I’ve Done Other Charity Books Already.

Love Is The Most Powerful Thing Of All And I Remember Thinking That - God, I'm About To Make Myself Cry But, I Remember Thinking That When 9/11 Happened Because Those Last Phone Calls Were About - The Last Thing Knowingly, That I'm Going To Say On This Earth Is "i Love You". What's More Powerful Than That? What's More Proof Than That? Beyond Fear, Beyond Death.

I Think The Willfully Unimaginative See More Monsters. They Are Often More Afraid.

Ginny, Listen... I Can’t Be Involved With You Anymore. We’ve Got To Stop Seeing Each Other. We Can’t Be Together.” “it’s For Some Stupid, Noble Reason, Isn’t It?

The Last Words Albus Dumbledore Spoke To The Pair Of Us?' Harry Is The Best Hope We Have. Trust Him.

You Are Nearly There," Said James. "very Close. We Are...so Proud Of You.

I Enjoyed The Meetings, Too. It Was Like Having Friends.

Ah! Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans! I Was Unfortunate Enough In My Youth To Come Across A Vomit-flavored One, And Since Then I’m Afraid I’ve Rather Lost My Liking For Them — But I Think I’ll Be Safe With A Nice Toffee, Don’t You?” He Smiled And Popped The Golden-brown Bean Into His Mouth. “alas! Ear Wax!

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

Play To Your Strengths." "i Haven’t Got Any," Said Harry, Before He Could Stop Himself. "excuse Me," Growled Moody, "you’ve Got Strengths If I Say You’ve Got Them. Think Now. What Are You Best At?

I Like A Quiet Life, You Know Me.

Percy Wouldn't Notice A Joke If It Danced Naked In Front Of Him Wearing One Of Dobby's Hats.

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.

How're We Getting To King's Cross Tomorrow, Dad?" Asked Fred As They Dug Into A Sumptuous Pudding. "the Ministry's Providing A Couple Of Cars," Said Mr. Weasley. Everyone Looked Up At Him. "why?" Said Percy Curiously. "it's Because Of You, Perce," Said George Seriously. "and There'll Be Little Flags On The Hoods, With Hb On Them-" "-for Humongous Bighead," Said Fred.

Wit Beyond Measure Is A Man's Greatest Treasure.

Greatest Treasure

Howard Was Almost As Fond Of This Hall As He Was Of His Own Shop. The Brownies Used It On Tuesdays, And The Women's Institute On Wednesdays. It Had Hosted Jumble Sales And Jubilee Celebrations, Wedding Receptions And Wakes, And It Smelled Of All Of These Things: Of Stale Clothes And Coffee Urns, And The Ghosts Of Home-baked Cakes And Meat Salads; Of Dust And Human Bodies; But Primarily Of Aged Wood And Stone.

Don't Be Stupid, It's A Flying House!

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.

Harry, Just Go Down To The Lake Tomorrow, Right, Stick Your Head In, Yell At The Merpeople To Give Back Whatever They’ve Nicked, And See If They Chuck It Out. Best You Can Do, Mate.

There Is No Shame In What You Are Feeling, Harry,' Said Dumbledore's Voice. 'on The Contrary... The Fact That You Can Feel Pain Like This Is Your Greatest Strength.

He Gave Everything To Everybody. Except To Me.

Killing Is Not So Easy As The Innocent Believe.

Look, Why Don't You Go Talk To Ron About All This?" Harry Asked. "well, I Would, But He's Always Asleep When I Go And See Him!" Said Lavender Fretfully. "is He?" Said Harry, Surprised, For He Had Found Ron Perfectly Alert Every Time He Had Been Up To The Hospital Wing.

Birth And Death: There Was The Same Consciousness Of Heightened Existence And Of Her Own Elevated Importance

Although People Rarely Died Playing Quidditch, Referees Had Been Known To Vanish And Turn Up Months Later In The Sahara Desert.

Her Voice Was Now So Shrill Only Bats Would Be Able To Hear It Soon, But She Had Reached A Level Of Indignation That Rendered Her Temporarily Speechless.

The Sky Outside The Window Was Changing Rapidly From Deep, Velvety Blue To Cold, Steely Gray And Then, Slowly, To Pink Shot With Gold.

That's Chess!" Snapped Ron. "you've Got To Make Some Sacrifices!

He Knew One Thing Only, And It Was Beyond Fear Or Reason: He Was Not Going To Die Crouching Here Like A Child Playing Hide-and-seek; He Was Not Going To Die Kneeling At Voldemort’s Feet . . . He Was Going To Die Upright Like His Father, And He Was Going To Die Trying To Defend Himself, Even If No Defense Was Possible. . . .

Ah, Go Boil Yer Heads, Both Of Yeh", Said Hagrid. “harry — Yer A Wizard.

I See A Light In The Kitchen. Let Us Not Deprive Molly Any Longer Of The Chance To Deplore How Thin You Are.

Cobbled Streets And No Shops Open Past Six O'clock, A Communal Life That Seemed To Revolve Around Church, And Where You Could Often Hear Bird Song And Nothing Else: Gaia Felt As Though She Had Fallen Through A Portal Into A Land Lost In Time.

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

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.

And Tears Came Before He Could Stop Them, Boiling Hot Then Instantly Freezing On His Face, And What Was The Point In Wiping Them Off? Or Pretending? He Let Them Fall.

Your Mother Died To Save You. If There Is One Thing Voldemort Cannot Understand, It Is Love. Love As Powerful As Your Mother's For You Leaves It's Own Mark. To Have Been Loved So Deeply, Even Though The Person Who Loved Us Is Gone, Will Give Us Some Protection Forever.

Prongs Rode Again Last Night... You Know, Harry, In A Way, You Did See Your Father Last Night... You Found Him Inside Yourself.

Which Only Goes To Show That The Best Of Us Must Sometimes Eat Our Words,' Dumbledore Went On, Smiling.

Deathly Hallows

In Opening Them, He Discovered That He Had Eyes.

Yes, Harry, Blessed As I Am With Extraordinary Brainpower, I Understood Everything You Told Me. I Think You Might Even Consider The Possibility That I Understood More Than You Did.

Harry, Despite Your Privileged Insight Into Voldemort’s World (which, Incidentally, Is A Gift Any Death Eater Would Kill To Have), You Have Never Been Seduced By The Dark Arts, Never, Even For A Second, Shown The Slightest Desire To Become One Of Voldemort’s Followers!” “of Course I Haven’t!” Said Harry Indignantly. “he Killed My Mum And Dad!” “you Are Protected, In Short, By Your Ability To Love!” Said Dumbledore Loudly.

Always The Tone Of Surpise.

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.

Dumbledore Had Not Raised His Voice, He Did Not Even Sound Angry, But Harry Would Have Preferred Him To Yell; This Cold Disappointment Was Worse Than Anything.

Print Will Never Die. There's No Substitute For The Feel Of An Actual Book. I Adore Physically Turning Pages, And Being Able To Underline Passages And Not Worrying About Dropping Them In The Bath Or Running Out Of Power. I Also Find Print Books Objects Of Beauty.

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

Sure You Can Manage That Broom, Potter?" Said A Cold, Drawling Voice. Draco Malfoy Had Arrived For A Closer Look, Crabbe And Goyle Right Behind Him. "yeah, Reckon So," Said Harry Casually. "got Plenty Of Special Features, Hasn't It?" Said Malfoy, Eyes Glittering Maliciously. "shame It Doesn't Come With A Parachute - In Case You Get Too Near A Dementor." Crabbe And Goyle Sniggered. "pity You Can't Attach An Extra Arm To Yours, Malfoy," Said Harry. "then It Could Catch The Snitch For You.

Listeners, That Brings Us To The End Of Another Potterwatch. We Don’t Know When It Will Be Possible To Broadcast Again, But You Can Be Sure We Shall Be Back. Keep Twiddling Those Dials: The Next Password Will Be ‘mad-eye.’ Keep Each Other Safe. Keep Faith. Good Night.

I Make Mistakes Like The Next Man. In Fact, Being--forgive Me--rather Cleverer Than Most Men, My Mistakes Tend To Be Correspondingly Huger.

If All Goes Well, You Will Be Able To Save More Than One Innocent Life Tonight.

Aunt Petunia Often Said That Dudley Looked Like A Baby Angel — Harry Often Said That Dudley Looked Like A Pig In A Wig.

But Snape Always Seemed To Hate Me So Much.

I Hope There's Pudding!

He Never Seemed To Grasp The Immense Mutability Of Human Nature, Nor To Appreciate That Behind Every Nondescript Face Lay A Wild And Unique Hinterland Like His Own.

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

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.

He Felt That He Was Still Groping In The Dark; He Had Chosen His Path But Kept Looking Back, Wondering Whether He Had Misread The Signs, Whether He Should Not Have Taken The Other Way.

Be Good Now, Potty...weasel King.

Personal Happiness Lies In Knowing That Life Is Not A Checklist Of Acquisition. Your Qualifications Are Not Your Life.

I Loved Writing Dumbledore And He Is The Epitome Of Goodness.

Let Muggles Manage Without Us!

I Don't Go Looking For Trouble. Trouble Usually Finds Me.

Inspirational Harry Potter

You See What You Expect To See, Severus.

And Harry, With The Unerring Skill Of The Seeker, Caught The Wand In His Free Hand As Voldemort Fell Backward, Arms Splayed, The Slit Pupils Of The Scarlet Eyes Rolling Upward. Tom Riddle Hit The Floor With A Mundane Finality, His Body Feeble And Shrunken, The White Hands Empty, The Snakelike Face Vacant And Unknowing. Voldemort Was Dead, Killed By His Own Rebounding Curse, And Harry Stood With Two Wands In His Hands, Staring Down At His Enemy's Shell.

Harry: This Book Belongs To Harry Potter. Ron: Shared By Ron Weasley, Because His Fell Apart. Hermione: Why Don't You Buy A New One Then? Ron: Write On Your Own Book, Hermione. Hermione: You Bought All Those Dungbombs On Saturday. You Could Have Bought A New Book Instead. Ron: Dungbombs Rule.

The Wizards Represent All That The True 'muggle' Most Fears: They Are Plainly Outcasts And Comfortable With Being So. Nothing Is More Unnerving To The Truly Conventional Than The Unashamed Misfit!

Perhaps You Have Been Looking In The Wrong Places.

But As He Reached The Ground And Sprinted Towards The Dais, Lupin Grabbed Harry Around The Chest, Holding Him Back. There's Nothing You Can Do, Harry -' Get Him, Save Him, He's Only Just Gone Through!' - It's Too Late, Harry.' We Can Still Reach Him -' Harry Struggled Hard And Viciously, But Lupin Would Not Let Go... There's Nothing You Can Do, Harry...nothing...he's Gone.

I'll Be In My Bedroom, Making No Noise And Pretending I'm Not There.

Death Obsesses Me, Yes It Does. I Can't Really Understand Why It Doesn't Obsess Everyone - I Think It Does Really, I'm Just A Little More Out About It.

If She Could Have Done One Thing To Make Absolutely Sure That Every Single Person In This School Will Read Your Interview, It Was Banning It!

By All Means Continue Destroying My Possessions. I Daresay I Have Too Many.

Stone Dead," Said Howard, As Though There Were Degrees Of Deadness, And The Kind That Barry Fairbrother Had Contracted Was Particularly Sordid.

I'm A What?" Gasped Harry. "a Wizard, O' Course," Said Hagrid, Sitting Back Down On The Sofa, Which Groaned And Sank Even Lower, "an' A Thumpin' Good'un I'd Say, Once Yeh've Been Trained Up A Bit. With A Mum An' Dad Like Yours, What Else Would Yeh Be?

Autumn Seemed To Arrive Suddenly That Year. The Morning Of The First September Was Crisp And Golden As An Apple.

Enjoying It? I Don’t Reckon He’d Come Home If Dad Didn’t Make Him. He’s Obsessed. Just Don’t Get Him On The Subject Of His Boss. According To Mr. Crouch…as I Was Saying To Mr. Crouch… Mr. Crouch Is Of The Opinion… Mr. Crouch Was Telling Me… They’ll Be Announcing Their Engagement Any Day Now.

And What Will You Give Me In Return, Severus?' 'in - In Return?' Snape Gaped At Dumbledore, And Harry Expected Him To Protest, But After A Long Moment He Said, 'anything.

Training For The Ballet, Potter?" Yelled Malfoy.

So,” Sneered Fudge, Recovering Himself, “you Intend To Take On Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, And Myself Single-handed, Do You, Dumbledore?” “merlin’s Beard, No,” Said Dumbledore, Smiling. “not Unless You Are Foolish Enough To Force Me To.” “he Will Not Be Single-handed!” Said Professor Mcgonagall Loudly, Plunging Her Hand Inside Her Robes. “oh Yes He Will, Minerva!” Said Dumbledore Sharply. “hogwarts Needs You!

I Imagine Them Very Clearly And Then Attempt To Describe What I Can See. Sometimes I Draw Them For My Own Amusement! (talking About Her Characters And Scenes)

She Was Actively Frightened Of Imparting Confidences, Because She Feared That They Might Betray The World Of Oddness That Lived Inside Her

Imagination Is ... The Foundation Of All Invention And Innovation.

Some Of Her Self-hatred Had Oozed Out With The Blood.

Hogwarts Was The First And Best Home He Had Known. He And Voldemort And Snape, The Abandoned Boys, Had All Found Home Here.

I Thought It Sounded A Bit Like Percy Singing... Maybe You've Got To Attack Him While He's In The Shower, Harry.

Funny Harry Potter

I'm Not A Billionaire, What A Tragedy.

Yes, There Are Parallels. The Difference Is That I Just Look At [my Son] David And Think That He's Absolutely Perfect, Whereas You Look At The Finished Book And You Think, 'oh, Damn It, I Should Have Changed That.' You're Never Happy. Whereas With A Baby, You're Happy. If You've Got A Perfect Baby, You're Just Grateful.

It's Going To Be All Right, Sir," Harry Said Over And Over Again, More Worried By Dumbledore's Silence Than He Had Been By His Weakened Voice. "we're Nearly There ... I Can Apparate Us Both Back ... Don't Worry ..." "i Am Not Worried, Harry," Said Dumbledore, His Voice A Little Stronger Despite The Freezing Water. "i Am With You.

Books Are Like Mirrors: If A Fool Looks In, You Cannot Expect A Genius To Look Out.

Xenophilius Lovegood," He Said, Extending A Hand To Harry. "my Daughter And I Live Over The Hill, So Kind Of The Weasleys To Invite Us. I Think You Know My Luna?" He Added To Ron."yes" Said Ron. "isn't She With You?""she Lingered In That Charming Little Garden To Say Hello To The Gnomes, Such A Glorious Infestation! How Few Wizards Realize Just How Much We Can Learn From The Wise Little Gnomes - Or, To Give Then Their Correct Names, The Gernumbli Gardensi.""ours Do Know A Lot Of Excellent Swear Words," Said Ron, "but I Think Fred And George Taught Them Those.

To The Dark Lord, I Know I Will Be Dead Long Before You Read This But I Want You To Know That It Was I Who Discovered Your Secret. I Have Stolen The Real Horcrux And Intend To Destroy It As Soon As I Can. I Face Death In The Hope That When You Meet Your Match, You Will Be Mortal Once More. R.a.b

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

She Can't Keep Writing About What A Tragic Little Hero I Am, It'll Get Boring.

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?

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.

I Would Be A Liar If I Said I Don't Care [about My Appearance]; Yes, I Care. I Found It Very Difficult, When I First Became Well Known, To Read Criticism About How I Look, How Messy My Hair Was, And How Generally Unkempt I Look. The Nastiest Thing Ever Written Was Written By A Man, And I Do Remember That. I Wasn't Looking For It Either, It Was Just Simply In The Newspaper I Was Reading.

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.

But If It Matters To You, You'll Be Able To Choose Gryffindor Over Slytherin. The Sorting Hat Takes Your Choice Into Account." "really?" "it Did For Me," Said Harry. He Had Never Told Any Of His Children That Before, And He Saw The Wonder In Albus's Face When He Said It.

When Filch Wasn't Guarding The Scene Of The Crime, He Was Skulking Red-eyed Through The Corridors, Lunging Out At Unsuspecting Students And Trying To Put Them In Detention For Things Like "breathing Loudly" And "looking Happy.

It Is Impossible To Manufacture Or Imitate Love.

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.

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.

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Yeah, Size Is No Guarantee Of Power,” Said George. “look At Ginny.” “what D’you Mean?” Said Harry. “you’ve Never Been On The Receiving End Of One Of Her Bat-bogey Hexes, Have You?

I Don't Think About Who The Audience Is For My Books.

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.

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

Cinderella? Snow White? What's That? An Illness?

Harry: "and What If I Wave My Wand And Nothing Happens?” Ron: “throw It Away And Punch Him On The Nose.

Yeah 'ear 'ear," Said George, With Half A Glance At Fred, The Corner Of Whose Mouth Twitched.

Hagrid Looked Down At His Umbrella And Scratched His Beard. 'shouldn'ta Lost Me Temper,' He Said Ruefully, 'but It Didn't Work Anyway. Meant Ter Turn Him Into A Pig, But I Suppose He Was So Much Like A Pig Anyway There Wasn't Much Left Ter Do.

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.

It Takes A Great Deal Of Bravery To Stand Up To Our Enemies, But Just As Much To Stand Up To Our Friends.

I Have Spied For You And Lied For You, Put Myself In Mortal Danger For You. Everything Was Supposed To Be To Keep Lily Potter’s Son Safe. Now You Tell Me You Have Been Raising Him Like A Pig For Slaughter —

Choose What To Believe. He Wanted The Truth. Why Was Everybody So Determined That He Should Not Get It.

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.

A Wrackspurt . . . They’re Invisible. They Float In Through Your Ears And Make Your Brain Go Fuzzy,” She Said. “i Thought I Felt One Zooming Around In Here.

I Dreamed I Was Buying New Shoes Last Night," Said Ron. "what D'ya Think That's Gonna Mean?" "probably That You're Going To Be Eaten By A Giant Marshmallow Or Something," Said Harry.

Harry And Hermione Are Very Platonic Friends. But I Won't Answer For Anyone Else, Nudge-nudge Wink-wink!

What Would Come, Would Come...and You Would Have To Meet It, When It Did.

Inspirational Life

Hearing Voices No One Else Can Hear Isn't A Good Sign, Even In The Wizarding World.

Well, I Certainly Don't," Said Percy Sanctimoniously. "i Shudder To Think What The State Of My In-tray Would Be If I Was Away From Work For Five Days." "yeah, Someone Might Slip Dragon Dung In It Again, Eh, Perce?" Said Fred. "that Was A Sample Of Fertilizer From Norway!" Said Percy, Going Very Red In The Face. "it Was Nothing Personal!" "it Was," Fred Whispered To Harry As They Got Up From The Table. "we Sent It.

Funny Harry Potter

Mr. And Mrs. Dursley, Of Number Four Privet Drive, Were Proud To Say That They Were Perfectly Normal, Thank You Very Much.

Perfectly Normal

Dumbledore Would Have Been Happier Than Anybody To Think That There Was A Little More Love In The World.

Ron: Why Spiders? Why Couldn't It Be "follow The Butterflies?

Funny Harry Potter

Wherever I Am, If I've Got A Book With Me, I Have A Place I Can Go And Be Happy

Look...at...me..." He Whispered. The Green Eyes Found The Black, But After A Second, Something In The Depths Of The Dark Pair Seemed To Vanish, Leaving Them Fixed, Blank, And Empty. The Hand Holding Harry Thudded To The Floor, And Snape Moved No More.

The Stories We Love Best Do Live In Us Forever.

The Truth Is Always Easier Than A Lie Or An Evasion - Easier To Deal With And Easier To Live With.

You Seem To Be Drowning Twice," Said Hermione. "oh, Am I?" Said Ron Peering Down At His Predictions. "i'd Better Change One Of Them To Getting Trampled By A Rampaging Hippogriff.

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.

You Should Write A Book," Ron Told Hermione As He Cut Up His Potatoes, "translating Mad Things Girls Do So Boys Can Understand Them.

Thirty–zero! Take That, You Dirty, Cheating —” “jordan, If You Can’t Commentate In An Unbiased Way — !” “i’m Telling It Like It Is, Professor!

Would You Like Me To [kill You] Now?" Asked Snape, His Voice Heavy With Irony. "or Would You Like A Few Moments To Compose An Epitaph?

Harry's Status As Orphan Gives Him A Freedom Other Children Can Only Dream About (guiltily, Of Course). No Child Wants To Lose Their Parents, Yet The Idea Of Being Removed From The Expectations Of Parents Is Alluring. The Orphan In Literature Is Freed From The Obligation To Satisfy His/her Parents, And From The Inevitable Realization That His/her Parents Are Flawed Human Beings. There Is Something Liberating, Too, About Being Transported Into The Kind Of Surrogate Family Which Boarding School Represents, Where The Relationships Are Less Intense And The Boundaries Perhaps More Clearly Defined.

I've Decided To Call Him Norbert,' Said Hagrid, Looking At The Dragon With Misty Eyes. 'he Really Knows Me Now, Watch. Norbert! Norbert! Where's Mummy?' 'he's Lost His Marbles,' Ron Muttered In Harry's Ear. 'hagrid,' Said Harry Loudly, 'give It A Fortnight And Norbert's Going To Be As Big As Your House. Malfoy Could Go To Dumbledore At Any Moment. Hagrid Bit His Lip. 'i- I Know I Can't Jus' Dump Him, I Can't.' Harry Suddenly Turned To Ron. 'charlie,' He Said. 'you're Losing It Too,' Said Ron. 'i'm Ron, Remember?

There You Go, Harry!” Ron Shouted Over The Noise. “you Weren’t Being Thick After All — You Were Showing Moral Fiber!

We'll Send You A Hogwarts Toilet Seat!

My Brain Surprises Even Me Sometimes.

Gringotts Was The Safest Place In The World For Something You Wanted To Hide — Except Perhaps Hogwarts.

Places In The World

Talent And Intelligence Never Yet Inoculated Anyone Against The Caprice Of The Fates.

You Know, Minister, I Disagree With Dumbledore On Many Counts...but You Cannot Deny He's Got Style.

Without Cunning, There Is No Innovation. Without Ambition, There Is No Accomplishment.

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.

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.

There,” She Said Softly. “now He Could Be Sleeping.

I Am Not A Particularly Thick-skinned Person.

In Truth, I Never Consider The Audience For Whom I'm Writing. I Just Write What I Want To Write.

I Have To Write The Story I Want To Write. I Never Wrote Them With A Focus Group Of 8-year-olds In Mind. I Have To Continue Telling The Story The Way I Want To Tell It.

Those Who Choose Not To Empathize Enable Real Monsters, For Without Ever Committing An Act Of Outright Evil Ourselves We Collude With It Through Our Apathy.

Beside Him, Making Scarcely A Sound, Walked James, Sirius, Lupin, And Lily, And Their Presence Was His Courage, And The Reason He Was Able To Keep Putting One Foot In Front Of The Other.

I've Laid My Friends Bare.

Hagrid. You Live In A Wooden House!

You Saved Dad's Life. If Anyone's Got The Right To Eavesdrop On Him, It's You.

Only One Pair Was Still Battling, Apparently Unaware Of The New Arrival. Harry Saw Sirius Duck Bellatrix's Jet Of Red Light: He Was Laughing At Her. 'come On, You Can Do Better Than That!' He Yelled, His Voice Echoing Around The Cavernous Room. The Second Jet Of Light Hit Him Squarely In The Chest. The Laughter Had Not Quite Died From His Face, But His Eyes Widened In Shock.

Which Came First, The Phoenix Or The Flame?

I Pay A Lot Of Tax, And I Feel, One Of The Reasons I Stay And Pay Why I'm Not Based In Monaco... I Think My Country Helped Me.

Enemies Of The Heir, Beware! You'll Be Next, Mudbloods!

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