I gave my hero a talent I'd love to have. Who wouldn't want to fly?

Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

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.

Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. "After all this time?" "Always," said Snape.

Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.

Snape's patronus was a doe,' said Harry, 'the same as my mother's because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from when they were children.

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

We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.