Daddy's Gone Mad, Hasn't He?

Oh, For Heaven’s Sake, Sirius, Dumbledore Said No!” A Bearlike Black Dog Had Appeared At Harry’s Side As Harry Clambered Over The Various Trunks Cluttering The Hall To Get To Mrs. Weasley. “oh Honestly,” Said Mrs. Weasley Despairingly. “well, On Your Own Head Be It!” The Great Black Dog Gave A Joyful Bark And Gamboled Around Them, Snapping At Pigeons, And Chasing Its Own Tail. Harry Couldn’t Help Laughing. Sirius Had Been Trapped Inside For A Very Long Time.

The World Is My Oyster. I Can Do Whatever I Like.

He [uncle Vernon] Held Up The Envelope In Which Mrs. Weasley’s Letter Had Come, And Harry Had To Fight Down A Laugh. Every Bit Of It Was Covered In Stamps Except For A Square Inch On The Front, Into Which Mrs. Weasley Had Squeezed The Dursleys’ Address In Minute Writing. “she Did Put Enough Stamps On, Then,” Said Harry, Trying To Sound As Though Mrs. Weasley’s Was A Mistake Anyone Could Make.

In Dreams, We Enter A World That’s Entirely Our Own.

... Perhaps Those Who Are Best Suited To Power Are Those Who Have Never Sought It.