My favorite literary heroine is Jo March. It is hard to overstate what she meant to a small, plain girl called Jo, who had a hot temper and a burning ambition to be a writer.

He-who-must-not-be-named did great things, terrible, yes. But great.

Wordlessly, Kay stroked his arm, reflecting that she had never been able to afford to go to pieces.

The club supporters' old practice of shooting arrows into the air from their wands every time their Chasers scored was banned by the Department of Magical Games and Sports in 1894, when one of these weapons pierced the referee Nugent Potts through the nose.

It is my belief... that the truth is generally preferable to lies.

For years, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had hoped that if they kept Harry as downtrodden as possible, they would be able to squash the magic out of him. To their fury, they had been unsuccessful.

Natalie! joined the Gryffindor table.