Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother?

They had reached Lockhart's classroom… 'You could've fried an egg on your face' said Ron. 'You'd better hope Creevey doesn't meet Ginny, or they'll be starting a Harry Potter fan club.'‘Shut up,’ snapped Harry. The last thing he needed was for Lockhart to hear the phrase ‘Harry Potter fan club’.

In dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own.

Ron gave a tiny jerk of the head that Harry understood to mean, Well - if you must.

Because, sometimes you've got to think about more than your own safety! Sometimes you've got to think about the greater good! This is war!

Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.

Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!

Dumbledore was on his feet again, pale as any of the surrounding Inferi, but taller than any too, the fire dancing in his eyes; his wand was raised like a torch and from its tip emanated the flames, like a vast lasso, encircling them all with warmth.

Which only goes to show that the best of us must sometimes eat our words,' Dumbledore went on, smiling.