He wanted to be stopped, to be dragged back, to be sent back home... But he was home. Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here...
Bed rest and a large steaming mug of hot chocolate. I always find that cheers me up.
To be a hero; sometimes, all it takes is having your heart in the right place.
I mean, normally, being in lockdown, being in constant detention, it’d break me, but now – what’s the worst they can do? Bring back Moldy Voldy and have him torture me? Nope.
Harry then did something that was both very brave and very stupid.
You’re joking, Perce! You are actually joking, Percy... I don’t think I’ve heard you joke since you were-.
Thank you so much, Dobby, for rescuing me from that cellar. It’s so unfair that you had to die, when you were so good and brave. I’ll always remember what you did for us. I hope you’re happy now.
If his surroundings could have reflected the feelings inside him, the pictures would have been screaming in pain.
He hurried to car and set off home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn’t approve of imagination.
It took me a long time to discover your weakness, Albus Potter. I thought it was pride, I thought it was the need to impress your father, but then I realised your weakness was the same as your father’s – friendship.
That even though we’ve got a fight ahead of us, we’ve got one thing that Voldemort doesn’t have. – Something worth fighting for.
The sight of a tree at night full of glowing Clabbert lifestyles, while decorative, attracted too many Muggles wishing to ask why their neighbours still had their Christmas lights up in June.
Professor Lupin?” he said. “If you knew my dad, you must’ve known Sirius Black as well.” Lupin turned very quickly. “What gives you that idea?” he said sharply.
Hello, Harry. Hello, Draco. Have you been bad boys again?
Percy wouldn’t recognize a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby’s tea cozy.
What are you doing Muggle Studies for?” said Ron, rolling his eyes at Harry. “You’re Muggle-born! Your mum and dad are Muggles! You already know all about Muggles!
Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card; the little thatched cottages and shops were all covered in a layer of crisp snow; there were holly wreaths on the doors and strings of enchanted candles hanging in the trees.
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.
I was afraid that your hot head might dominate your good heart.
The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very things that the dementor feeds upon – hope, happiness, the desire to survive – but it cannot feel despair, as real humans can, so the dementors can’t hurt it.