She Kept Asking Herself Whether, If He

'tell Me One Last Thing,' Said Harry. 'is This Real? Or Has This Been Happening Inside My Head?' Dumbledore Beamed At Him, And His Voice Sounded Loud And Strong In Harry's Ears Even Though The Bright Mist Was Descending Again, Obscuring His Figure. 'of Course It Is Happening Inside Your Head, Harry, But Why On Earth Should That Mean It Is Not Real?'

Yeah, Size Is No Guarantee Of Power,” Said George. “look At Ginny.” “what D’you Mean?” Said Harry. “you’ve Never Been On The Receiving End Of One Of Her Bat-bogey Hexes, Have You?

I Would Rather Die Than Betray His Trust." "that's Not Saying Much, Seeing As You're Already Dead," Ron Observed. "once Again, You Show All The Sensitivity Of A Blunt Axe," Said Nearly Headless Nick In Affronted Tones.

It Matters Not What Someone Is Born, But What They Grow To Be.

Who's Kreacher?" "the House-elf Who Lives Here," Said Ron. "nutter. Never Met One Like Him." "he Is Not A Nutter," Said Hermione. "his Life's Ambition Is To Have His Head Cut Off And Stuck Up On A Plaque Like His Mother", Said Ron. "is That Normal, Hermione?