No, it was honest,” said Harry. “One of the only honest things you’ve said to me. You don’t care whether I live or die, but you do care that I help you convince everyone you’re winning the war against Voldemort.
For in dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.
Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison.
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.
You don’t understand – there are things worth dying for!
Have to? Of course you have to! But only because of you, Harry, won’t rest until Voldemort is finished! Think now, for once, if you have never heard of the prophecy! What would you do?
He didn’t realize that love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves its own mark.
Nothing like a nighttime stroll to give you ideas.
Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!
I don’t need a cloak to become invisible.
Oh, shut up Weatherby.
Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
Ron gave a tiny jerk of the head that Harry understood to mean, Well – if you must.
You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don’t let you off homework today. I assure you that if you do die, you need not hand it in.
Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song...
The Forbidden Forest looked as though it had been enchanted, each tree smattered with silver, and Hagrid’s cabin looked like an iced cake.
I hope there’s pudding!
Don’t be stupid, it’s a flying house!
And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.
Merlin’s pants!