And Death spoke to them —’”“Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?”“It’s a fairy tale, Harry!”“Right, sorry. Go on.

Mad Eye' Moody on the Avada Kedavra curse: "Not nice," he said calmly. "Not pleasant. And there's no counter curse. There's no blocking it. Only one known person has ever survived it, and he's sitting right in front of me.

No - no - no!" someone was shouting. "No! Fred! No!"And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?

There's no need to tell me I'm not brave enough to be in Gryffindor, Malfoy's already done that," Neville choked out.Harry felt in the pocket of his robes and pulled out a Chocolate Frog. The very last one from the box Hermione had given him for Christmas. He gave it to Neville who looked as though he might cry."You're worth twelve of Malfoy," Harry said. "The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn't it?

I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.

And I must draft an advertisement for the Daily Prophet, too,' he added thoughtfully. 'We'll be needing a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.... Dear me, we do seem to run through them, don't we?

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.

Hermione turned and beamed at Harry; her eyes, too, were full of tears.‘…then I declare you bonded for life.