But as for being about to kill me, Draco, you have had several long minutes now, we are quite alone, I am more defenseless than you can have dreamed of finding me, and still you have not acted....
By six o'clock that evening, however, even the glow of having successfully asked out Cho Chang was insufficient to lighten the ominous feelings that intensified with every step Harry took toward Snape's office.
This is magic at its deepest, its most impenetrable, Harry. But trust me . . . the time may come when you will be very glad you saved Pettigrew's life.
I loved writing for kids, I loved talking to children about what I'd written, I don't want to leave that behind.
I don't think about who the audience is for my books.
Why would anyone want to celebrate the day they died? said Ron, who was halfway through his Potions homework and grumpy. Sounds dead depressing to me....