Professor Albus Dumbledore: [after James and Lilly's deaths] The boy survives. Professor Severus Snape: He doesn't need protection, the Dark Lord is gone! Professor Albus Dumbledore: The Dark Lord will return! And when he does, the boy will be in ter...
Lord Voldemort: Harry Potter is dead! Ginny Weasley: No! No! Lord Voldemort: [Flicking his wand] Silence! Stupid girl. Harry Potter is dead, from this day forth... you put your faith in me. Harry Potter is dead! Bellatrix Lestrange: Ha ha ha! Lord Vo...
Harry Potter: Ginny! Neville! Are you all right? Neville Longbottom: Never better! I feel like I could spit fire! You haven't seen Luna have you? Harry Potter: Luna? Neville Longbottom: I'm mad for her. I think it's about time I told her, since we'll...
I have brothers, and that so-called boyish quality was something that I was deathly self-conscious about when I was younger.
I am deathly allergic to cats. I mean, I love all animals, but they're not my animal of choice.
He did not know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, friends or foes; all he cared about was that a dark stain was spreading across Dobby's front, and that he had stretched out his thin arms to Harry with a look of supplication. Harry caught...
He was about to go home, about to return to the place where he had had a family. It was in Godric’s Hollow that, but for Voldemort, he would have grown up and spent every school holiday. He could have invited friends to his house. . . . He might ev...
He read the letter again, but could not take in any more meaning than he had done the first time and was reduced to staring at the handwriting itself. She had made her g's the same way he did : he searched through the letter for every one of them, an...
Aunt Petunia burst into tears. Hestia Jones gave her an approving look that changed to outrage as Aunt Petunia ran forward and embraced Dudley rather than Harry. 'S-so sweet, Dudders...' she sobbed into his massive chest. 'S-such a lovely b-boy...s-s...
So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you ever meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing.' I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.' There's a ...
[Deleted scene; Harry finds Aunt Petunia standing alone in the empty living room] Petunia Dursley: I have lived in this house for twenty years, and now in a single night, I'm expected to leave. Harry Potter: They'll torture you. If they think for a m...
Luna Lovegood: Harry, wait, I need to talk to you. Harry Potter: I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment, Luna. Luna Lovegood: You won't find it where you're going, you're wasting your time. Harry Potter: We'll talk later, ok? Luna Lovegood: Harry! Harry...
I think one of the terrible things today is that people have this deathly fear of food: fear of eggs, say, or fear of butter. Most doctors feel that you can have a little bit of everything.
Harry lost any sense of where they were: Streetlights above him, yells around him, he was clinging to the sidecar for dear life. Hedwig’s cage, the Firebolt, and his rucksack slipped from beneath his knees — “No — HEDWIG!” The broomstick sp...
Ron Weasley: The deluminator. It doesn't just turn off lights. I don't know how it work but Christmas morning, I was sleeping in this little pub, keeping away from some Snatchers, and I heard it. A voice. Your voice, Hermione. You said my name. Just ...
Draco Malfoy: [Wand pointed at Harry] Well, well what brings you here Potter? Harry Potter: Could ask you the same. Draco Malfoy: You have something of mine, I'd like it back. Harry Potter: [Nudging to his wand] What's wrong with the one you have? Dr...
Some designers retain a sense of humour about what they do, but others are deathly serious and have no life outside of it; they're lying awake night after night constructing dresses in their heads.
The bourgeois prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to the deathly inner consuming fire.
When it comes time to sit down and write the next book, you're deathly afraid that you're not up to the task. That was certainly the case with me after Snow Falling on Cedars.
Harry Potter," he said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. "The Boy Who Lived." None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting. Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thoug...
And then a silver hare, a boar, and a fox soared past Harry, Ron, and Hermione's heads: The dementors fell back before the creatures' approach. Three more people had arrived out of the darkness to stand beside them, their wands outstretched, continui...
