You're A Wizard, Harry.

Someone's Dead," Said Malfoy, And His Voice Seemed To Go Up An Octave As He Said It. "one Of Your People...i Don't Know Who, It Was Dark...i Stepped Over The Body...i Was Supposed To Be Waiting Up Here When You Got Back, Only Your Phoenix Lot Got In The Way.

Perfection Is Not Necessary To Make A Real And Lasting Difference To Other People's Lives.

She Was Actively Frightened Of Imparting Confidences, Because She Feared That They Might Betray The World Of Oddness That Lived Inside Her

Of All The Subjects On This Planet, I Think My Parents Would Have Been Hard Put To Name One Less Useful Than Greek Mythology To Securing The Keys To An Executive Bathroom.

I Was Just Sitting On The Train, Just Staring Out The Window At Some Cows. It Was Not The Most Inspiring Subject. When All Of A Sudden The Idea Of Harry Just Appeared In My Mind's Eye.