I… must… not… look… like… a… baboon’s… backside.

You’ll stay with me?’Until the very end,’ said James.

She picked up the book and then walked back past him into the tent, but as she did so, she brushed the top of his head lightly with her hand. He closed his eyes at her touch, and hated himself for wishing that what she said was true: that Dumbledore had really cared.

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?

I am not worried, Harry,” said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. “I am with you.

A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort’s was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his...

Harry Potter,” he said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. “The Boy Who Lived.”None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting. Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on...

If she could have died…if she could have disappeared forever…but the solid surface of things refused to dissolve around her, and her body, her hateful hermaphrodite’s body, continued in its stubborn, lumpen way, to live…

That is — I don’t know — is a man alive if he can’t be killed? I don’t really understand it, and Dumbledore won’t explain properly — but anyway, he’s certainly got a body and is walking and talking and killing, so I suppose, for the purposes of our discussion, yes, he’s alive.

But you’re dead,’ said Harry.’Oh, yes,’ said Dumbledore matter-of-factly.’Then… am I dead too?”Ah,’ said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. ‘That is the question, isn’t it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not.

I am what I am, an’ I’m not ashamed. ‘Never be ashamed,’ my ol’ dad used ter say, ‘there’s some who’ll hold it against you, but they’re not worth botherin’ with.

Is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me.

Merlin’s beard.

How in the name of Merlin’s pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

And from now on, I don’t care if my tea leaves spell die, Ron, die — I’m just chucking them in the bin where they belong.

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!

IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I’LL KILL YOU, HARRY!

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

And Harry remembered his first nightmarish trip into the forest, the first time he had ever encountered the thing that was then Voldemort, and how he had faced him, and how he and Dumbledore had discussed fighting a losing battle not long thereafter. It was important, Dumbledore said, to fight, and fight again, and keep...

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.

Would it hurt to die?

You’re the one who is weak. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.

We’ll be there, Harry,” said Ron”What?””At your Aunt and Uncle’s house,” said Ron, “And then we’ll go with you wherever you’re going.””No-” said Harry quickly; he hadn’t counted on this, he had meant them to understand that he was undertaking the most dangerous journey alone. “You said it once before,” said Hermione quickly, “that there...

Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena where I believed I truly belonged.

Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that I had friends whose value was truly...

Destiny is a name often given in retrospect to choices that had dramatic consequences.

Why would I go looking for someone I know wants to kill me?

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.

Famous Harry Potter,” said Malfoy. “Can’t even go to a bookshop without making the front page.

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.

Fred and George exchanged looks.”You don’t mind if we don’t kiss you, do you, Ron?” said Fred in a falsely anxious voice. “We could curtsy, if you like,” said George. “Oh, shut up,” said Ron, scowling at them.

That’s what yer little sister said,’ said Hagrid, nodding at Ron. Met her jus’ yesterday.’ Hagrid looked sideways at Harry, his beard twitching. ‘Said she was jus’ lookin’ round the grounds, but I reckon she was hopin’ she might run inter someone else at my house.’ He winked at Harry. ‘If yeh ask me, she...

Yeah, well, passing over Fred’s left buttock —””I beg your pardon?” said Fred’s voice as the twins entered the kitchen.

They see the Grim and die of fright. The Grim’s not an omen, it’s the cause of death! And Harry’s still with us because he’s not stupid enough to see one and think, right, well, I’d better kick the bucket then!

There is no point in apportioning blame. What is done, is done.

Not at all up to your usual standard, Hermione. Only one out of three, I’m afraid. I have not been helping Sirius get into the castle and I certainly don’t want Harry dead. But I won’t deny that I am a werewolf.

I hate being poor.

Yeah ‘ear ‘ear,” said George, with half a glance at Fred, the corner of whose mouth twitched.

Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?” said Malfoy. “And he’s supposed to be our teacher!”Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first – SMACK!She had slapped Malfoy across the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle stood flabbergasted as...

Okay, I’ve only just found out the final lineup for Slytherin,” said Angelina, consulting a piece of parchment. “Last year’s Beaters, Derrick and Bole, have left now, but it looks as though Montague’s replaced them with the usual gorillas, rather than anyone who can fly particularly well. They’re two blokes called Crabbe and Goyle. I...

You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?

They’re evacuating the younger kids and everyone’s meeting in the Great Hall to get organized. We’re fighting.

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…

Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, ‘It unscrews the other way.

Don’t, Ginny, we’ll send you loads of owls.We’ll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat.George!Only joking, Mum.

Protego!

Like the fact that the person Sirius cared for the most about in the world was you,” said Dumbledore quietly.

Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four.

All those poor elves I haven’t set free yet, having to stay over during Christmas because there aren’t enough hats!

Oh well spotted,” she said acidly.