J.K. Rowling

Slowly, very slowly, he sat up, and as he did so he felt more alive, and more aware of his own living body than ever before. Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart? It would all be gone...or at least, he would be gone from it. His breath came slow and deep, and his mouth and throat were completely dry, but so were his eyes.

I'm going to keep going until I succeed _ or die. Don't think I don't know how this might end. I've known it for years.

They__e evacuating the younger kids and everyone__ meeting in the Great Hall to get organized. We__e fighting.

It was not, after all, so easy to die.

You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!

Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parent's grave.As soon as he stood up he wanted to leave: He did not think he could stand another moment there. He put his arm around Hermione's shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledore's mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate.

Of course we still want to know you!" Harry said, staring at Hagrid."You don't think anything that Skeeter cow - sorry, Professor," he added quickly, looking at Dumbledore."I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry," said Dumbledore, twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ceiling.

Yes, but the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters,' said Sirius with a wry smile.

But Ron was staring at Hermione as though suddenly seeing her in a whole new

Swish and flick.

Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.

Muggles have garden gnomes, too, you know," Harry told Ron as they crossed the lawn."Yeah, I've seen those things they think are gnomes," said Ron, bent double with his head in a peony bush, "like fat little Santa Clauses with fishing rods...

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.

Yeah 'ear 'ear," said George, with half a glance at Fred, the corner of whose mouth twitched.

Hermione slid out of her bunk and moved like a sleepwalker towards Ron, her eyes upon his pale face. She stopped right in front of him, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide. Ron gave a weak, hopeful smile and half-raised his arms.Hermione launched herself forwards and started punching every inch of him that she could reach.'Ouch _ ow _ gerroff! What the _ ? Hermione _ OW!'__ou _ complete _ arse _ Ronald _ Weasley!__he punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione adv

I see you are ____umbledore__ man through and through,_ said Harry. __hat__ right.

Yeh don_ have ter be ashamed of what yeh are.

Rita looked as though she would have liked nothing better than to seize the paper umbrella sticking out of Hermione's drink and thrust it up her nose.