In dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own.
The sun was coming up: The pure, colorless vastness of the sky stretched over him, indifferent to him and his suffering.
We wizards have mistreated and abused our fellows for too long, and we are now reaping our reward.
Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
Trust me," he said. "I know what I'm doing... or at least" -- he strolled confidently to the door -- "Felix does.
And then she was kissing him as she never had before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair...