“Since we are going swimming – you should know that Hermione has some terrible scars. Please don’t bring them up. She probably feels self-conscious enough, no?”
"Captain, I am indeed aware that Christmas, which Christians celebrate as the birth of Jesus Christ, is three months away. Hardly 'around the corner', might I add?"
"Do you know, Potter, what I would have done to that damned sorting hat?" he queried, his voice falling in and out. "I'd have torn it...into so many pieces..."
"I learned the language that no mortal should ever learn - what the shadows whisper when in the stealth of night they creep round your lonely feet on a stranger's road."
"This house is old, my lord. It is on nights like this that it remembers just how old it is and the will to hold its stones together grows weak."