harry-potter

I am not forgotten, you know, no, I still receive a very great deal of fan

Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am-Luna Lovegood

Harry Potter isn__ real? Oh no! Wait, wait, what do you mean by real? Is this video blog real? Am I real if you can see me and hear me, but only through the internet? Are you real if I can read your comment but I don__ know who you are or what your name is or where you__e from or what you look like or how old you are? I know all of those things about Harry Potter. Maybe Harry Potter__ real and you__e not.

We can't choose our fate, but we can choose others. Be careful in knowing that.

Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

All I want to do is be at Hogwarts with you, eating turkey legs in the great hall while listening to the carols of the ghosts gliding past us. Then maybe we can go to Hogsmeade to get a butterbeer.

Ginny, listen...I can't be involved with you anymore. We've got to stop seeing each other. We can't be together.""It's for some stupid noble reason isn't it?""It's been like...like something out of someone else's life these last few weeks with you. But I can't...we can't...I've got to do things alone now. Voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. He's already used you as bait once, and that was just because you were my best friend's sister. Think how much danger you'll be in if we keep this up. He'll know, he'll find out. He'll try and get me through you.""What if I don't care?""I care. How do you think I'd feel if this was your funeral...and it was my fault...

Very astute, Harry, but the mouth organ was only ever a mouth organ." - Albus Dumbledore

It was one of those rare occasions when the true story is even more strange and exciting than the wild rumours.

I've got two neptunes here," said Harry after a while, frowning down at his piece of parchment, "that can't be right, can it?""Aaaaah," said Ron, imitating Professor Trelawney's mystical whisper, "when two neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born, Harry..."Seamus and Dean, who were working nearby, sniggered loudly, though not loud enough to mask the excited squeals from Lavender Brown- "Oh Professor, look! I think I might've gotten an unexpected planet! Oooh, which one's that, Professor?""It is Uranus, my dear," said Professor Trelawney, peering down at the chart."Can I get a look at Uranus too, Lavender?" said Ron.

Hello, Harry!_ she said.__r _ my name__ Barny,_ said Harry, flummoxed.__h, have you changed that too?_ she asked brightly.__ow did you know _ ?___h, just your expression,_ she said.Like her father, Luna was wearing bright yellow robes, which she had accessorized with a large sunflower in her hair. Once you got over the brightness of it all, the general effect was quite pleasant. At least there were no radishes dangling from her ears.

GINNY: After I came out of hospital _ everyone ignored me, shut me out _ other than, that is, the boy who had everything _ who came across the Gryffindor common room and challenged me to a game of Exploding Snap. People think they know all there is to know about you, but the best bits of you are _ have always been _ heroic in really quiet ways. My point is _ after this is over, just remember if you could that sometimes people _ but particularly children _ just want someone to play Exploding Snap with.

That's what yer little sister said,' said Hagrid, nodding at Ron. Met her jus' yesterday.' Hagrid looked sideways at Harry, his beard twitching. 'Said she was jus' lookin' round the grounds, but I reckon she was hopin' she might run inter someone else at my house.' He winked at Harry. 'If yeh ask me, she wouldn' say no ter a signed-''Oh, shut up,' said Harry. Ron snorted with laughter and the ground was sprayed with slugs.

If we die for them, Harry, I'm going to KILL YOU!

In a moral dilemma where you lost something either way, making the choice would feel bad either way, so you could temporarily save yourself a little mental pain by refusing to decide. At the cost of not being able to plan anything in advance, and at the cost of incurring a huge bias toward inaction or waiting until too late...

Before the boy who lived, there was another story. One of a monster inside of a man. One of a hero inside of a child. One of a traitor inside of a friend. And one of an angel inside of a demon.

Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.