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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.

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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.

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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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Ron," Said Hermione In A Dignified Voice, "you Are The Most Insensitive Wart I Have Ever Had The Misfortune To Meet.

I Can't Give A Professor Love!

Daddy's Gone Mad, Hasn't He?

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What's Most Important In A Friendship? Tolerance And Loyalty.

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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.

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Murder, Like Talent, Seems Occasionally To Run In Families. George Henry Lewes, The Physiology Of Common Life Killing Is Not Nearly As Easy As The Innocent Believe.

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First Think Of The Person Who Lives In Disguise, Who Deals In Secrets And Tells Naught But Lies. Next, Tell Me What's Always The Last Thing To Mend, The Middle Of Middle And The End Of End? And Finally Give Me The Sound Often Heard During The Search For A Hard-to-find Word. Now String Them Together, And Answer Me This, Which Creature Would You Be Unwilling To Kiss?

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Right, You've Got A Crooked Sort Of Cross..." He Consulted Unfogging The Future. "that Means You're Going To Have 'trials And Suffering' — Sorry About That — But There's A Thing That Could Be The Sun... Hang On... That Means 'great Happiness'... So You're Going To Suffer But Be Very Happy..." "you Need Your Inner Eye Tested, If You Ask Me," Said Ron, And They Both Had To Stifle Their Laughs As Professor Trelawney Gazed In Their Direction.

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

I Say There Are Spots That Don't Come Off.... Spots That Never Come Off, D'you Know What I Mean?

Some Wounds Run Too Deep For The Healing.

Holey? You Have The The Whole World Of Ear-related Humor Before You, You Go For Holey?

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You Have To Resign Yourself To The Fact That You Waste A Lot Of Trees Before You Write Anything You Really Like, And That's Just The Way It Is. It's Like Learning An Instrument, You've Got To Be Prepared For Hitting Wrong Notes Occasionally, Or Quite A Lot, Cause I Wrote An Awful Lot Before I Wrote Anything I Was Really Happy With. And Read A Lot. Reading Really Helps. Read Anything You Can Get Your Hands On.

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!

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I Think The Harry Books Are Actually Very Moral, But Some People Just Object To Witchcraft Being Mentioned In A Children's Book.

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Time Is Galleons, Little Brother.

Makes A Diff'rence, Havin' A Decent Family,' He Said. 'me Dad Was Decent. An' Your Mum An' Dad Were Decent. If They'd Lived, Life Woulda Bin Diff'rent, Eh?' 'yeah, I S'pose,' Said Harry Cautiously. Hagrid Seemed To Be In A Very Strange Mood. 'family,' Said Hagrid Gloomily. 'whatever Yeh Say, Blood's Important.

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

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I've Wanted To Be An Author As Long As I Can Remember. English Was Always My Favorite Subject At School, So Why I Went On To Do A Degree In French Is Anyone's Guess.

Abundance Is The Quality Of Life You Live And Quality Of Life You Give To Others.

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

Funny Harry Potter

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.

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.

Did You Like Question Ten, Moony?" Asked Sirius As They Emerged Into The Entrance Hall. "loved It," Said Lupin Briskly. "give Five Signs That Identify The Werewolf. Excellent Question." "d'you Think You Managed To Get All The Signs?" Said James In Tones Of Mock Concern. "think I Did," Said Lupin Seriously, As They Joined The Crowd Thronging Around The Front Doors Eager To Get Out Into The Sunlit Grounds. "one: He's Sitting On My Chair. Two: He's Wearing My Clothes. Three: His Name's Remus Lupin.

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

Sirius — It’s Me . . . It’s Peter . . . Your Friend . . . You Wouldn’t . . .” Black Kicked Out And Pettigrew Recoiled. “there’s Enough Filth On My Robes Without You Touching Them,” Said Black.

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

Choice Was Dangerous: You Had To Forgo All Other Possibilities When You Chose.

He [uncle Vernon] Held Up The Envelope In Which Mrs. Weasley’s Letter Had Come, And Harry Had To Fight Down A Laugh. Every Bit Of It Was Covered In Stamps Except For A Square Inch On The Front, Into Which Mrs. Weasley Had Squeezed The Dursleys’ Address In Minute Writing. “she Did Put Enough Stamps On, Then,” Said Harry, Trying To Sound As Though Mrs. Weasley’s Was A Mistake Anyone Could Make.

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

This Is Not About Money Or Anything Other Than The Pleasure Of Reading For People Who Want To Read It.

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

Your Wheezy, Sir, Your Wheezy — Wheezy Who Is Giving Dobby His Sweater!

What's Interesting About The Wizarding World Is When You Take Physical Strength Out Of The Equation, A Woman Can Do Magic Just As Powerfully As A Man Can Do Magic. A Woman Can Fight Just The Same As A Man.

And Without Thinking, Without Planning It, Without Worrying About The Fact That Fifty People Were Watching, Harry Kissed Her.

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

It Is Impossible To Manufacture Or Imitate Love.

Braggarts And Rogues, Dogs And Scoundrels, Drive Them Out, Harry Potter, See Them Off!

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?

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

Inspirational Life

Karakarof Spat Onto The Ground At Dumbledore's Feet. In One Swift Movement, Hagrid Seized The Front Of Karkaroff's Furs, Lifted Him Into The Air, And Slammed Him Against A Nearby Tree.

I've Been Writing My Entire Life, And I'll Always Write. But At Times I Have Told Myself That I Don't Necessarily Have To Publish Anything Else.

For Instance, This New Idea That You-know-who Can Kill With A Single Glance From His Eyes. That’s A Basilisk, Listeners. One Simple Test: Check Whether The Thing That’s Glaring At You Has Got Legs. If It Has, It’s Safe To Look Into Its Eyes, Although If It Really Is You-know-who, That’s Still Likely To Be The Last Thing You Ever Do.

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.

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.

There Is An Expiry Date On Blaming Your Parents For Steering You In The Wrong Direction; The Moment You Are Old Enough To Take The Wheel, Responsibility Lies With You.

The Fame Thing Is Interesting Because I Never Wanted To Be Famous, And I Never Dreamt I Would Be Famous.

Harry Felt Winded, As Though He Had Just Walked Into Something Heavy. He Had Last Seen Those Cool Gray Eyes Through Slits In A Death Eater’s Hood, And Last Heard That Man’s Voice Jeering In A Dark Graveyard While Lord Voldemort Tortured Him. He Could Not Believe That Lucius Malfoy Dared Look Him In The Face; He Could Not Believe That He Was Here, In The Ministry Of Magic, Or That Cornelius Fudge Was Talking To Him, When Harry Had Told Fudge Mere Weeks Ago That Malfoy Was A Death Eater.

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.

Ah, Harry, How Often This Happens, Even Between The Best Of Friends! Each Of Us Believes That What He Has To Say Is Much More Important Than Anything The Other Might Have To Contribute!

I Am Very Frustrated By Fear Of Imagination, I Don’t Think That’s Healthy.

Who Was This Women?' Asked Harry. 'i Dunno, Some Ministry Hag.' Mundungus Considered For A Moment, Brow Wrinkled. 'little Women. Bow On Top Of Er' Head.' He Frowned And Then Added, 'looked Like A Toad.' Harry Dropped His Wand. Harry Looked Up And Saw His Own Shock Reflected In Ron And Hermione's Faces. The Scars On The Back Of Right Hand Seemed To Be Tingling Again.

Ron And Hermione

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

Funny Harry Potter

Twilight Fell: The Sky Turned To A Light, Dusky Purple Littered With Tiny Silver Stars.

When I Get Married,' Said Fred, Tugging At The Collar Of His Own Robes. 'i Won't Be Bothering With Any Of This Nonsense. You Can All Wear What You Like And I'll Put A Full Body-bind Curse On Mum Until It's Over.

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

Yes, My Tiara Sets Off The Whole Thing Nicely," Said Auntie Muriel In A Rather Carrying Whisper. "but I Must Say, Ginevra's Dress Is Far Too Low-cut." Ginny Glanced Round, Grinning, Winked At Harry, Then Quickly Faced The Front Again.

Yeah,' Said Ron. 'could've Been Worse. Remember Those Birds She Set On Me?' 'i Still Haven't Ruled It Out,' Came Hermione's Muffled Voice From Beneath Her Blankets, But Harry Saw Ron Smiling Slightly As He Pulled His Maroon Pajamas Out Of His Rucksack.

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.

Where Do Vanished Objects Go?" "into Nonbeing, Which Is To Say, Everything," Replied Professor Mcgonagall. "nicely Phrased," Replied The Eagle Door Knocker, And The Door Swung Open.

Professor Mcgonagall

Well?" Ron Said Finally, Looking Up At Harry. "how Was It?" Harry Considered It For A Moment. "wet," He Said Truthfully. Ron Made A Noise That Might Have Indicated Jubilation Or Disgust, It Was Hard To Tell. "because She Was Crying," Harry Continued Heavily. "oh," Said Ron, His Smile Faded Slightly. "are You That Bad At Kissing?" "dunno," Said Harry, Who Hadn't Considered This, And Immediately Felt Rather Worried. "maybe I Am.

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