“So Dobby stopped us from getting on the train and broke your arm. . . ." He shook his head. "You know what, Harry? If he doesn't stop trying to save your life he's going to kill you.”

“If he doesn't stop trying to save your life he's going to kill you.”

“Uncle or not, he did save your life,” Livia pointed out.Blake bit his bottom lip and shook his head. Livia felt a wintry shiver as he licked his lips.“You saved my life, Livia. Only you.”

“Michael shook his head. "So what's on your good list?"Oh you know. Hero stuff that gets me rerun on CNN. Like, I died saving a busload of supermodels. Claire smacked his arm. Ow! Saving them! What did you think I meant?”

“But Dobby shouted, "You shall not harm Harry Potter! ... He got up, face livid, and pulled out his wand, but Dobby raised a long, threatening finger. "You shall go now," he said fiercely, pointing down at Mr. Malfoy. "You shall not touch Harry Potter. You shall go now.”

“I'm serious, Harry, don't go." But Harry only had one thought in his head, which was to get back in front of the mirror, and Ron wasn't going to stop him.That third night he found his way more quickly than before. He was walking so fast he knew he was making more noise than was wise, but he didn't meet anyone.And there were his mother and father smiling at him again, and one of his grandfathers nodding happily. Harry sank down to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. There was nothing to stop him from staying here all night with his family. Nothing at all.”