Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, spite spawns lies.

NO!”The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.

I have seen your heart, and it is mine.

I have given you your liberty, Lucius, is that not enough for you? But I have noticed that you and your family seem less than happy of late. . . . What is it about my presence in your home that displeases you, Lucius?”“Nothing — nothing, my Lord!”“Such lies, Lucius . . .

This is You-Know-Who we're talking about, right? Not you?" inquired Ron.

No one ever lived after he decided ter kill ’em, no one except you, an’ he’d killed some o’ the best witches an’ wizards of the age — the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts — an’ you was only a baby, an’ you lived.

He knew one thing only, and it was beyond fear or reason: He was not going to die crouching here like a child playing hide-and-seek; he was not going to die kneeling at Voldemort’s feet . . . he was going to die upright like his father, and he was going to die trying to defend himself, even if no defense was possible. . . .

I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost . . . but still, I was alive.

I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want them to do, without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who annoy me. I can make them hurt if I want to.