Quotes by J.K. Rowling

No story lives unless someone wants to listen. The stories we love best do live in us forever. So whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.

Yeah ear ear, said George, with half a glance at Fred, the corner of whose mouth twitched.

It was not, after all, so easy to die.

Finally, the truth. Lying with his face pressed into the dusty carpet of the office where he had once thought he was learning the secrets of victory, Harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive.

Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity.No, she said, her voice quivering with anger, but I will write to your mother.

Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, It unscrews the other way.

But if it matters to you, youll be able to choose Gryffindor over Slytherin. The Sorting Hat takes your choice into account.Really?It did for me, said Harry.He had never told any of his children that before, and he saw the wonder in Albuss face when he said it.

The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.

Slowly, very slowly, he sat up, and as he did so he felt more alive, and more aware of his own living body than ever before. Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart? It would all be gone...or at least, he would be gone from it. His breath came slow and deep, and his mouth and throat were completely dry, but so were his eyes.

Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parents grave.As soon as he stood up he wanted to leave: He did not think he could stand another moment there. He put his arm around Hermiones shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledores mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate.

Muggles have garden gnomes, too, you know, Harry told Ron as they crossed the lawn.Yeah, Ive seen those things they think are gnomes, said Ron, bent double with his head in a peony bush, like fat little Santa Clauses with fishing rods...

Listeners, that brings us to the end of another Potterwatch. We don’t know when it will be possible to broadcast again, but you can be sure we shall be back. Keep twiddling those dials: the next password will be ‘Mad-Eye.’ Keep each other safe. Keep faith. Good night.

Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four.

You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!

They’re evacuating the younger kids and everyone’s meeting in the Great Hall to get organized. We’re fighting.

Rita looked as though she would have liked nothing better than to seize the paper umbrella sticking out of Hermiones drink and thrust it up her nose.

Rons indignation on his behalf was worth about a hundred points to him.

Beds empty! No note! Car gone — could have crashed — out of my mind with worry — did you care? — never, as long as I’ve lived — you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy —Perfect Percy,” muttered

Youve sort of made up for it tonight, said Harry. Getting the sword. Finishing off the Horcux. Saving my life. That makes me sound a lot cooler than I was, Ron mumbled.Stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was, said Harry. Ive been trying to tell you that for years.Simultaneously they walked forwards and hugged, Harry gripping the still sopping back of Rons jacket.

And it’s Johnson, Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I’ve been saying it for years but she still won’t go out with me —JORDAN! yelled Professor McGonagall.Just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest —