Much as he detested Filch, Harry couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for him, though not nearly as sorry as he felt for himself.
I wanted my children to grow up where I grew up, to have proper roots in a culture as old and magnificent as Britain's; to be citizens, with everything that implies, of a real country...
BUT WHY SHOULD I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY SHOULD ANYONE BOTHER TO TELL ME WHAT'S BEEN HAPPENING?
To Harry Potter — the boy who lived!
Working hard is important. But there's something that matters even more. Believing in yourself.
She was actively frightened of imparting confidences, because she feared that they might betray the world of oddness that lived inside her.