Enemies Of The Heir, Beware! You'll Be

Her Voice Was Now So Shrill Only Bats Would Be Able To Hear It Soon, But She Had Reached A Level Of Indignation That Rendered Her Temporarily Speechless.

My Brain Surprises Even Me Sometimes.

There Was A Brief Silence In Which The Distant Echo Of Hagrid Smashing Down A Wooden Front Door Seemed To Reverberate Through The Intervening Years.

Imagine Losing Fingernails, Harry! That Really Puts Our Sufferings Into Perspective, Doesn't It?

It’s So Difficult To Describe [depression] To Someone Who’s Never Been There, Because It’s Not Sadness. I Know Sadness. Sadness Is To Cry And To Feel. But It’s That Cold Absence Of Feeling — That Really Hollowed-out Feeling.