You're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed – or worse, expelled.

J.K. Rowling

J.K. Rowling

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: British

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Snape's eyes were boring into Harry's. It was exactly like trying to stare out a Hippogriff. Harry tried hard not to blink. ‘Mr Malfoy then saw an extraordinary apparition. Can you imagine what it might have been, Potter?' ‘No,' said Harry, now trying to sound innocently.

Dolores Umbridge may have looked like an iced cupcake, but she was anything but sweet. She was savage, sadistic and remorseless.

Some of her self-hatred had oozed out with the blood.

Harry the spider! they want me to tap dance. I don't want to tap dance!

There was no waking from this nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that he was safe really, that it was all in his imagination; the last and greatest of his protectors had died, and he was more alone than he had ever been.

I uprooted my daughter and left my job and moved house for you, and you treat me like a hooker you don't have to pay.

But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend.

I never thought I'd hear myself say it, but safety first!

If, in a month or so, you feel like explaining, you will let us know, won't you? said Ron irritably.

Oh, it's fine, said Luna, sucking her finger in a dreamy fashion and looking Harry up and down.

Am I meant to know, but not to seek? Did you know how hard I'd find that?

Your father was the best friend I ever had, and he was a good person.

Harry opened his mouth, closed it again, and nodded. He was not really sure why he was not telling Ron and Hermione exactly what was happening in Umbridge's room: He only knew that he did not want to see their looks of horror; that would make the whole thing seem worse and therefore more difficult to face.

Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy.