Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.
Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.
Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.
Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears."After all this time?""Always," said Snape.
He must have known I'd want to leave you." "No, he must have known you would always want to come back.
Harry - you're a great wizard, you know." "I'm not as good as you," said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him. "Me!" said Hermione. "Books! And cleverness! There are more important things - friendship and bravery and - oh Harry - be careful!
You think I'm a fool?" demanded Harry. "No, I think you're like James," said Lupin, "who would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his friends.
Youth can not know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.
No, Harry, you listen," said Hermione. "We're coming with you. That was decided months ago - years, really.
Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore, his wand aloft, his face white and furious. Harry felt a kind of electric charge surge through every particle of his body - they were saved.
The fridge had been emptied of all Dudley’s favorite things — fizzy drinks and cakes, chocolate bars and burgers — and filled instead with fruit and vegetables and the sorts of things that Uncle Vernon called rabbit food.
Not my daughter, you bitch!
I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.
Scrimgeour: It's time you learned some respect! Harry: It's time you earned it.
Didn’t you hear what they said about my sister? But you don’t give a rat’s fart, do you, it’s only the Forbidden Forest, Harry I’ve-Faced-Worse Potter doesn’t care what happens to her in here — well, I do, all right, giant spiders and mental stuff —
He gave everything to everybody. Except to me.
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.
Seventeen, eh! said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred. Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it? Vaguely, said Harry, grinning up at him. Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard? I forge’ the details, Hagrid chortled.
One can never have enough socks, said Dumbledore. Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.
Mistletoe, said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry's head. He jumped out from under it. Good thinking, said Luna seriously. It's often infested with nargles.