J.K. Rowling

Why are they all staring?" demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students."Don__ let it worry you," said Ron. "It__ me. I__ extremely famous.

Now, you two _ this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've _ you've blown up a toilet or _""Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet.""Great idea though, thanks, Mum.

Oh well... I'd just been thinking, if you had died, you'd have been welcome to share my toilet.

Don't talk to me.""Why not?""Because I want to fix that in my memory for ever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret...

Holey? You have the the whole world of ear-related humor before you, you go for holey?

How do you feel, Georgie?" whispered Mrs. Weasley.George's fingers groped for the side of his head."Saintlike," he murmured."What's wrong with him?" croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?""Saintlike," repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. "You see...I'm HOLEY, Fred, geddit?

You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid-we know we're called Gred and Forge.

Percy wouldn't notice a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing one of Dobby's hats.

Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?""Yes.""You called her a liar?""Yes.""You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?""Yes.""Have a biscuit, Potter.

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

He can run faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo.

Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry interrupted again."So he can sneak up on people," said Ron. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking...

Do you remember me telling you we are practicing non-verbal spells, Potter?""Yes," said Harry stiffly."Yes, sir.""There's no need to call me "sir" Professor."The words had escaped him before he knew what he was saying.

I think the willfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.

An intense cold swept over them all. Harry felt his own breath catch in his chest. The cold went deeper than his skin. It was inside his chest, it was inside his very heart. . . .Harry__ eyes rolled up into his head. He couldn__ see. He was drowning in cold. There was a rushing in his ears as though of water. He was being dragged downward, the roaring growing louder . . .And then, from far away, he heard screaming, terrible, terrified, pleading screams. He wanted to help whoever it was, he tried to move his arms, but couldn__ . . . a thick white fog was swirling around him, inside him _

I am very frustrated by fear of imagination, I don__ think that__ healthy.

Voldemort is playing a very clever game. Declaring himself might have provoked open rebellion. Remaining masked has created confusion, uncertainty, and fear.

What you fear most of all is __ear. Very wise...