Dudley: They stuff people’s heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall. Want to come upstairs and practice?
Harry: No, thanks. The poor toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it — it might be sick.

Well, thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch. That way, one of you might be on time.

I was unfortunate enough in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored one, and since then I have rather lost my liking for them. But, I think I could be safe with a nice toffee. (eats it)
Hmm, alas, earwax.

Hermione: Stop moving, both of you. This is devil’s snare! You have to relax. If you don’t, it’ll only kill you faster!
Ron: Kill us faster? Oh, now I can relax!

Harry: So light a fire!
Hermione: Yes… of course… but there’s no wood!
Ron: HAVE YOU GONE MAD! ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT!

“A Study of Hogwarts’ Prefects and Their Later Careers.” That sounds fascinating.

Why spiders? Why couldn’t it be “follow the butterflies”?

Can you believe our luck? Of all the trees we could’ve hit, we had to get one that hits back.

Let us not deprive Molly any longer of the chance to deplore how thin you are.

No, I think I’ll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up… It always does in the end.

There is no need to call me Sir, Professor.

Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.

We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter’s the one, and Voldy’s gone moldy, so now let’s have fun!

Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have.

You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on may counts … but you cannot deny he’s got style.

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people’s business.

Twitchy little ferret, aren’t you Malfoy

Have a biscuit, Potter.

The toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it— it might be sick.

It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.

Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.

“After all this time?”

“Always,” said Snape.

What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!

You are protected, in short, by your ability to love!

Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.

And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.

Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world.

The ones that love us never really leave us. You can always find them, in here.

“After all this time?”
“Always,” said Snape.

While we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one.

It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love.

I have pushed the boundaries of magic further, perhaps, than they have ever been pushed –” “Of some kinds of magic,” Dumbledore corrected him quietly. “Of some. Of others, you remain…forgive me…woefully ignorant.” For the first time, Voldemort smiled. It was a taut leer, an evil thing, more threatening than a look of rage. “The old argument,” he said softly. “But nothing I have seen in the world has supported your famous pronouncements that love is more powerful than my kind of magic, Dumbledore.” “Perhaps you have been looking in the wrong places,” suggested Dumbledore.

It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.

Books! and cleverness? There are more important things — friendship and bravery.

It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but just as much to stand up to your friends.

We’re all human, aren’t we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.

We’re only as strong as we are united, and as weak as we are divided.

But the mere fact that they were still there on either side of him, speaking bracing words of comfort, not shrinking from him as though he were contaminated or dangerous, was worth more than he could ever tell them.

Until the very end.

“No, Harry, you listen,” said Hermione. “We’re coming with you. That was decided months ago — years, really.”

If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

We’ve all got both light and darkness inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.

He must have known I’d want to leave you.”
“No, he must have known you would always want to come back.

There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.

Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my ‘furry little problem’ in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit.

I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends.

Nobody’s ever asked me to a party before, as a friend. Is that why you dyed your eyebrow, for the party? Should I do mine too?

You’re the one who is weak. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.

We’re with you whatever happens.

There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.

“You could say sorry,” suggested Harry bluntly.
“What, and get attacked by another flock of canaries?” muttered Ron.
“What did you have to imitate her for?”
“She laughed at my mustache!”
“So did I, it was the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Harry — you’re a great wizard, you know.” “I’m not as good as you,” said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him.
“Me!” said Hermione. “Books! And cleverness! There are more important things — friendship and bravery and — oh Harry — be careful!”

“THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!” roared Black. “DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!”

After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him.

To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.

It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.

It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.

Though we may come from different places, and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one.

[Dumbledore’s] early losses endowed him with great humanity and sympathy.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him.

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.

I’m sorry too, that I will never know him … but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life.

Albus Severus, you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.

To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.

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…

I DON’T CARE!” Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!” “You do care,” said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

Taunting Death … means pitting oneself against a wily enemy who cannot lose.

Death is just life’s next big adventure.

Harry, you wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.

I am not worried, Harry. I am with you.

What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally the whole school knows.

Curiosity is not a sin…. But we should exercise caution with our curiosity.

Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.

The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.

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

Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right, and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good and kind and brave because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort.

It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.

It is important to fight and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then can evil be kept at bay though never quite eradicated.

People find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right.

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

Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.

It is my belief that the truth is generally preferable to lies.

We must all face the choice between what is right, and what is easy.

For in dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.

The best of us sometimes eat our words.

Youth can not know how age thinks and feels, but old men are guilty if they forget what it is to be young.

The greatest thing Harry Potter has given the world, is the freedom to use our imagination.

Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.

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.

Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human … the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength.

Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.

No story lives unless someone wants to listen. The stories we love best do live in us forever. So whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.

It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.

The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

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

“The truth.” Dumbledore sighed. “It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.”

Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.

Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels, but old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.

Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.

Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic, capable of both influencing injury, and remedying it.

I am what I am an’ I’m not ashamed. ‘Never be ashamed,’ my ol’ dad used ter say, ‘there’s some who’ll hold it against you, but they’re not worth bothern’ with.

Well, he should have some chocolate, at the very least.

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he’s really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.

Why are they all staring?’ demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students.
‘Don’t let it worry you,’ said Ron. ‘It’s me. I’m extremely famous.’

One can never have enough socks.

“He must have known I’d want to leave you.”

“No, he must have known you would always want to come back.”

He could hear the self-justifying note in his voice, the plea for her to understand why he did not know what had happened to her sons, but —’Thank goodness you’re all right,’ she said, pulling him into a hug he did not feel he deserved.

The thing about growing up with Fred and George,'” said Ginny thoughtfully, ‘is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.’

You’ll stay with me?’ ‘Until the very end,’ said James.’

Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.

Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realize that love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign… to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.

Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him.

The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts… I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

Percy Weasley stuck his head through the door, looking disapproving. He had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carried a lumpy sweater over his arm, which Fred seized.
“P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we’re all wearing ours, even Harry got one.”
“I — don’t — want —” said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew.
“And you’re not sitting with the prefects today, either,” said George. “Christmas is a time for family.”

“Mom?” he whispered. “Dad?”
They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry’s knobbly knees — Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.

[The Dursleys] are your family, after all, and I’m sure you are fond of each other — er — very deep down.

The Weasleys were Harry’s favorite family in the world.

Half our family does seem to owe you their lives, now I stop and think about it,” Mr. Weasley said in a constricted voice. “Well, all I can say is that it was a lucky day for the Weasleys when Ron decided to sit in your compartment on the Hogwarts Express, Harry.

Mrs Weasley: “I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That’s everyone in the family!”
George: “What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?

—right after you’d had your son . . . Remus, I’m sorry—”
“I am sorry too,” said Lupin. “Sorry I will never know him . . . but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life.

NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU b*tch!

The train began to move, and Harry walked alongside it, watching his son’s thin face, already ablaze with excitement. Harry kept smiling and waving, even though it was like a little bereavement, watching his son glide away from him…
The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. Harry’s hand was still raised in farewell.
“He’ll be all right,” murmured Ginny. As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absentmindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.
“I know he will.

They didn’t think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley’s sister, but they hadn’t met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn’t have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.

“I’ve come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They’re the only family he has left now.”

“You don’t mean – you can’t mean the people who live here?” cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. “Dumbledore – you can’t. I’ve been watching them all day. You couldn’t find two people who are less like us.”

He couldn’t remember his parents at all. His aunt and uncle never spoke about them, and of course he was forbidden to ask questions. There were no photographs of them in the house.

A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair that Hagrid sat on to wait. Harry felt strangely as though he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to him and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.

“Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!”

You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking,” he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word — like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort.”

“As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses…. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.”

“Hope you have — er — a good holiday,” said Hermione, looking uncertainly after Uncle Vernon, shocked that anyone could be so unpleasant.

“Oh, I will,” said Harry, and they were surprised at the grin that was spreading over his face. “They don’t know we’re not allowed to use magic at home. I’m going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer….”

I knew too where Voldemort was weak. And so I made my decision. You would be protected by an ancient magic of which he knows, which he despises, and which he has always, therefore, underestimated — to his cost. I am speaking, of course, of the fact that your mother died to save you.

Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.

“Harry, I can’t believe it…. You conjured up a Patronus that drove away all those dementors! That’s very, very advanced magic.”

“I knew I could do it this time,” said Harry, “because I’d already done it…. Does that make sense?”

“Pettigrew owes his life to you. You have sent Voldemort a deputy who is in your debt…. When one wizard saves another wizard’s life, it creates a certain bond between them… and I’m much mistaken if Voldemort wants his servant in the debt of Harry Potter.”

“I don’t want a connection with Pettigrew!” said Harry. “He betrayed my parents!”

“This is magic at its deepest, its most impenetrable, Harry. But trust me… the time may come when you will be very glad you saved Pettigrew’s life.”

Time and space matter in magic, Potter.

“I want to do it properly,” were the first words of which Harry was fully conscious of speaking. “Not by magic. Have you got a spade?”

And shortly afterward he had set to work, alone, digging the grave in the place that Bill had shown him at the end of the garden, between bushes. He dug with a kind of fury, relishing the manual work, glorying in the non-magic of it, for every drop of his sweat and every blister felt like a gift to the elf who had saved their lives.

I don’t believe in the kind of magic in my books. But I do believe something very magical can happen when you read a good book.

We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

I solemnly swear I am up to no good.

Harry: I swear I don’t know. One second the glass was there and the next it was gone. It was like magic.
Uncle Vernon: There is no such thing as magic!

So it’s true then, what they were saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.

Professor Lupin: Now repeat after me — without wands please — repeat after me, Riddikulus.
Class: Riddikulus!
Professor Lupin: And again!
Class: Riddikulus!
Malfoy: This class is ridiculous.

You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort.

It’s curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar.

This boy will be famous. There won’t be a child in our world who doesn’t know his name.

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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

Don’t let the muggles get you down.

“What does a Patronus look like?” said Harry curiously.

“Each one is unique to the wizard who conjures it.”

“And how do you conjure it?”

“With an incantation, which will work only if you are concentrating, with all your might, on a single, very happy memory.”

We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on.

Even the weather seemed to be celebrating; as June approached, the days became cloudless and sultry, and all anybody felt like doing was strolling onto the grounds and flopping down on the grass with several pints of iced pumpkin juice, perhaps playing a casual game of Gobstones or watching the giant squid propel itself dreamily across the surface of the lake.

Eat, you’ll feel better.

They reached their familiar, circular dormitory with its five four-poster beds, and Harry, looking around, felt he was home at last.

“Do you see, Harry? Do you see the flaw in my brilliant plan now? I had fallen into the trap I had foreseen, that I had told myself I could avoid, that I must avoid.”

“I don’t —”

“I cared about you too much,” said Dumbledore simply. “I cared more for your happiness than your knowing the truth, more for your peace of mind than my plan, more for your life than the lives that might be lost if the plan failed. In other words, I acted exactly as Voldemort expects we fools who love to act.”

All was well.

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.

Sometimes you have to stop trying to force it, walk away and let your subconscious show you the way. Fill up on life for a while.

If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on behalf of those who have no voice; if you choose to identify not only with the powerful, but with the powerless; if you retain the ability to imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not have your advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you have helped transform for the better. We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.

… perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.

The world is full of wonderful things you haven’t seen yet. Don’t ever give up on the chance of seeing them.

Many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages; they can close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them personally; they can refuse to know. I might be tempted to envy people who can live that way, except that I do not think they have any fewer nightmares than I do. The wilfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.

There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you.

The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger from setbacks means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive. You will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships, until both have been tested by adversity. Such knowledge is a true gift, for all that it is painfully won, and it has been worth more than any qualification I ever earned.

No man or woman alive, magical or not, has ever escaped some form of injury, whether physical, mental, or emotional. To hurt is as human as to breathe.

Failure is so important. We speak about success all the time. It is the ability to resist failure or use failure that often leads to greater success. I’ve met people who don’t want to try for fear of failing.