“I just wish I’d asked you sooner. We could’ve had ages . . . months . . . years maybe. . . .”

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

“Did you know— then?” asked Harry.“Did I know that I had just met the most dangerous Dark wizard of all time? No.”

“You'll write to me, won't you?" Albus asked his parents immediately, capitalizing on the momentary absence of his brother."Every day, if you want us to," said Ginny."Not every day," said Albus quickly. "James says most people only get letters from home about once a month.""We wrote to James three times a week last year," said Ginny."And you don't want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts," Harry put in. "He likes a laugh, your brother.”

“Well, wouldn't it have been easier if she'd just asked me whether I liked her better than you?""Girls don't often ask questions like that," said Hermione."Well, they should!" said Harry forcefully.”

“No, nothing,' said Dumbledore, and a great sadness filled his face. 'The time is long gone when I could frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to make repayment for your crimes. But I wish I could, Tom... I wish I could....”

“Although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.”