Hagrid!” Harry called, holding on to the bike for dear life. “Hagrid – Accio Hagrid!
So given a Time-Turner, I’d tell my 21 self that personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a checklist of acquisition or archievement. Your qualifications, your CV, are not your life.
I don’t care if you fall off your broom as long as you catch the Snitch first.
Put your foot down, Fred!” yelled Ron, and the car shot suddenly toward the moon.
She needs to sort out her priorities.
It’s real for us.
Well, we find we appreciate you more and more, Mum, now we’re washing our own socks.
And you overlook Dumbledore’s greatest weakness: He has to believe the best of people.
You – the three of you – you shone, you know? You liked each other. You had fun. I envied you those friendships more than anything else.
SMACK! She had slapped Malfoy across the face with all the strength she could muster.
Who did you think it was?” “I think – ” Harry swallowed, knowing how strange this was going to sound. “I think it was my dad.
I don’t think there’s any harm at all in allowing a kid to fantasize. In fact, I think to stop people from fantasizing is a very destructive thing indeed.
Just because you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have,’ said Hermione nastily, picking up her quill again.
Harry Potter is greater by far than Dobby knew!” he sobbed. “Farewell, Harry Potter!
He hadn’t seen his father – he had seen himself –.
Sirius is Padfoot. Peter is Wormtail. James was Prongs.
All these people saying they never got their Hogwarts letter: you got the letter. You went to Hogwarts. We were all there together.
Though I personally will defend the value of bedtime stories to my last gasp, I have learned to value imagination in a much broader sense. Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision that which is not, and therefore the found of all invention and innovation; in its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, it is the power that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared.
Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather’s wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind, then fell back into place.
But he knows it now. You have flitted into Lord Voldemort’s mind without damage to yourself, but he cannot possess you without enduring mortal agony, as he discovered in the Ministry. I do not think he understands why, Harry, but then, he was in such a hurry to mutilate his own soul, he never paused to understand the incomparable power of a soul that is untarnished and whole.