You Fail By Default When You Live

I Don't Take Any Responsibility For The Lunatic Fringes Of My Own Religion.

The Idea Of Dumbledore's Corpse Frightened Harry Much Less Than The Possibility That He Might Have Misunderstood The Living Dumbledore's Intentions.

Er — Have The Bludgers Ever Killed Anyone?” Harry Asked, Hoping He Sounded Offhand. “never At Hogwarts. We’ve Had A Couple Of Broken Jaws But Nothing Worse Than That. You Don’t Have To Worry About The Quaffle Or The Bludgers —” “— Unless They Crack My Head Open.” “don’t Worry, The Weasleys Are More Than A Match For The Bludgers — I Mean, They’re Like A Pair Of Human Bludgers Themselves.

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?

Training For The Ballet, Potter?" Yelled Malfoy.