“The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.”

“Well — I was lucky once, wasn't I?” said Harry, pointing at his scar. “I might get lucky again.”

“Look, why don't you go talk to Ron about all this?" Harry asked."Well, I would, but he's always asleep when I go and see him!" said Lavender fretfully."Is he?" said Harry, surprised, for he had found Ron perfectly alert every time he had been up to the hospital wing.”

“Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human —”“THEN — I — DON’T — WANT — TO — BE — HUMAN!” Harry roared.”

“Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain.”

“Go on, have a pasty," said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harry's pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).”

“Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts.“Harry Potter must stay where he is safe. He is too great, too good, to lose. If Harry Potter goes back to Hogwarts, he will be in mortal danger.”“Why?” said Harry in surprise.“There is a plot, Harry Potter. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year.”