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....

J.K. Rowling

J.K. Rowling

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: British

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I'm on holiday in France at the moment and I didn't know how I was going to send this to you — what if they'd opened it at customs? — but then Hedwig turned up! I think she wanted to make sure you got something for your birthday for a change. I bought your present by owl-order; there was an advertisement in the Daily Prophet.

His temper, always so close to the surface these days, was rising again.

He gave everything to everybody. Except to me.

On and on they flew, over the countryside parceled out in patches of green and brown, over roads and rivers winding through the landscapes like strips of matte and glossy ribbon.

Do you see, Harry? Do you see the flaw in my brilliant plan now? I had fallen into the trap I had foreseen, that I had told myself I could avoid, that I must avoid.

You only agreed to try and get back in her good books.

The singing grew louder as they approached the church. It made Harry's throat constrict, it reminded him so forcefully of Hogwarts, of Peeves bellowing rude versions of carols from inside suits of armour, of the Great Hall's twelve Christmas trees, of Dumbledore wearing a bonnet he had won in a cracker, of Ron in a hand-knitted sweater...

Power was my weakness and my temptation.

Voldemort could still see him. The evil face was now smiling. How touching... it hissed. I always value bravery.... Yes, boy, your parents were brave.... I killed your father first, and he put up a courageous fight...

He fears the dead. He does not love.

He put Harry's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, Curious... curious...

What do you see when you look in the mirror? I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks.

Oh no, said Lupin. Much worse than that. You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you'll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no... anything. There's no chance at all of recovery. You'll just — exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever... lost.

Harry frequently heard students saying things like, Honestly, some days I just feel like jumping on my broom and leaving this place, or else, One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley...