Philosopher's Stone/Sorcerer's Stone * "It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madame Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs." - Dumbledore Chapter 1, Page 11 "So light a fire!" Harry choked. "Yes...of course...but there's no wood!" Hermione cried, wringing her hands. "HAVE YOU GONE MAD!" Ron bellowed, "ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT!" Chapter 16, Page 278 Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Chapter 7, Page 128 "Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words, and here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" "Thank you!" - Dumbledore Chapter 7, Page 123 "But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge." - George Weasley Chapter 12, Page 202 "Shouldn'ta lost me temper, but it didn't work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I s'pose he was so much like a pig anyway that there wasn't much left ter do." - Hagrid Chapter 4, Page 59 "Oh, are you a prefect Percy? You should have said something, we had no idea." "Hang on I think I remember him saying something about it, once..." "Or twice-" "A minute-" "All summer-" - Fred and George Weasley Chapter 6, Page 96 "I believe misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat." - Dumbledore Chapter 17, Page 296 "I tell you, that dragon is the most horrible creature I've ever met, but the way Hagrid goes about it you'd think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit. When it bit me, he told me off for frightening it. And when I left he was singing it a lullaby." - Ron "I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could have been killed - or worse, expelled!" - Hermione "Fred, you next," the plump woman said. "I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy, "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?" "Sorry, George, dear." "Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy, and off he went. Chapter 6, Page 92 "Alright, keep your hair on." - Fred Weasley (to his mother) "Don't worry, the Weasleys are more than a match for the Bludgers - I mean, they're like a pair of human Bludgers themselves." - Oliver Wood Percy Weasley stuck his head through the door... he, too carried a lumpy sweater over his arm, which Fred seized. "P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Harry got one." "I - don't - want -" said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew. "And you're not sitting with the prefects today, either," said George. "Christmas is a time for family." Chapter 12, Page 203 What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrel is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. - Dumbledore Chapter 17, Page 296 Chamber of Secrets * Fred and George, however, found all this very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting, "Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..." "You're alive," she said blankly to Harry. "There's no need to sound so disappointed," he said grimly, wiping flecks of blood and slime off his glasses. "Oh, well...I'd just been thinking...if you had died, you'd have been welcome to share my toilet," said Myrtle, blushing silver. Moaning Myrtle: "Peeves upset me so much that I came in here and tried to kill myself. Then, of course, I remembered that I'm - that I'm-" "Already dead?" Why," demanded Ron, seizing her schedule, "have you outlined all Lockhart's lessons in little hearts?" "A study of Hogwarts prefects and their later careers," Ron read aloud off the back cover. "That sounds fascinating." "Half an inch of skin and sinew holding my neck on, Harry! Most people would think that's good as beheaded, but oh, no, it's not enough for Sir Properly Decapitated-Podmore." - Nearly Headless Nick "You don't know how bizarre it is to see Goyle thinking." - Ron Weasley "Lockhart'll sign anything if it stands still long enough." - Ron Weasley Chapter 10, Page 164 "Azkaban - the wizard prison, Goyle," said Malfoy, looking at him in disbelief. "Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backward." - Draco "This is all your fault," George said angrily to Wood. "' Get the Snitch or die trying,' what a stupid thing to tell him." I seem to remember telling you both that I would have to expel you if you broke any more school rules. - Which goes to show that the best of us must sometimes eat our words. - Dumbledore Chapter 18, Page 330 "You'd better hope Creevey doesn't meet Ginny, or they'll be starting a Harry Potter Fan Club." - Ron Prisioner of Azkaban * "We tried to shut him in a pyramid, but Mum spotted us." - George Weasley Chapter 4, Page 63 "Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business." "Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git." "Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor." Ron was staring at Pettigrew with the utmost revulsion. "I let you sleep in my bed!" he said. Chapter 19, Page 373 "How're we getting to King's Cross tomorrow, Dad?" asked Fred as they dug into a sumptuous pudding. "The Ministry's providing a couple of cars," said Mr. Weasley. Everyone looked up at him. "Why?" said Percy curiously. "It's because of you, Perce," said George seriously. "And there'll be little flags on the hoods, with HB on them-" "-for Humongous Bighead," said Fred. Chapter 4, Page 63 "Harry!" said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. "Simply splendid to see you, old boy-" "Marvelous," said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry's hand in turn. "Absolutely spiffing." Percy scowled. "That's enough, now," said Mrs. Weasley. "Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seized her hand too. "How really corking to see you-" Chapter 4, Page 62 "Ah, of course! There is no need to tell me any more, Ms. Granger. Which one of you will be dying this year?" - Professor McGonagall "Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," sighed George, patting the heading of the map. "We owe them so much." "Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of lawbreakers," said Fred solemnly. Chapter 10, Page 193 Trelawney: "The fates have informed me that your examination in June will concern the orb, and I am anxious to give you sufficient practice." Hermione: "Well honestly..."the fates have informed her"...who sets date of the exam? She does! What an amazing prediction!" "Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs." - Dumbledore Chapter 5, Page 93 "Bad news, Harry. I've just been to see Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. She - er got a bit shirty with me. Told me I'd got my priorities wrong. Seemed to think I cared more about winning the Cup than I do about staying alive. Just because I told her I didn't care if it threw you off, as long as you caught the Snitch first." - Oliver Wood Chapter 12, Page 244 "Well...when we were in our first year, Harry-young, carefree, and innocent-" Harry snorted. He doubted whether Fred and George had ever been innocent. Chapter 10, Page 191 "Ah, well, people can be stupid abou' their pets." - Hagrid Trelawney: "Would anyone like me to help interpet the shadowy realms within their orb?" Ron: "I don't need help, it's obvious what this means: there's going to be loads of fog tonight." Lee Jordan was finding it difficult not to take sides. "So-after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating-" "Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall. "I mean, after that open and revolting foul-" "Jordan, I'm warning you-" "All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure..." "Where is Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn't there. "Still in the showers," said Fred. "We think he's trying to drown himself." Chapter 9, Page 180 "If you made a better rat than a human, it's not much to boast about, Peter." - Sirius Chapter 17, Page 373 "What would we want to be prefects for?" said George, looking revolted at the very idea. "It'd take all the fun out of life." - George Weasley "I don't need help. It's obvious what this means. There's going to be loads of fog tonight." - Ron Weasley Chapter 15, Page 297 Goblet of Fire * "Don't tell your mother you've been gambling," Mr. Weasley implored Fred and George as they all made their way slowly down the purple-carpeted stairs. "Don't worry, Dad," said Fred gleefully, "we've got big plans for this money. We don't want it confiscated." Mr. Weasley looked for a moment as though he was going to ask what these big plans were, but seemed to decide, upon reflection, that he didn't want to know. "I don't know who Maxime thinks she's kidding. If Hagrid's a half-giant, she definitely is. Big bones...the only thing that's got bigger bones than her is a dinosaur." - Harry "Wild! I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again...and again...and again..." - Ron Hermione: "Harry, I've been thinking - you know what we've got to do, don't you? Straight away, the moment we get back to the castle?" Harry: "Yeah, give Ron a good kick up the-" Hermione: "Write to Sirius." "OH NO YOU DON'T, LADDIE!" Harry spun around. Professor Moody was limping down the marble staircase. His wand was out and it was pointing right at a pure white ferret. "I want to fix that in my memory forever," said Ron, his closed and an uplifted expression on his face. "Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret..." "I was saying that Saturn was surely in a position of power in the heavens at the moment of your birth...your dark hair...your mean stature...tragic losses so young in life...I think I am right in saying, my dear, that you were born in midwinter?" "No," said Harry, "I was born in July." Ron hastily turned his laugh into a hacking cough. "Don't be prat, Neville, that's illegal," said George. "They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry." "Enjoying it?" said Ron darkly. "I don't reckon he'd come home if Dad didn't make him. He's obsessed. Just don't get him onto the subject of his boss. According to Mr. Crouch...as I was saying to Mr Crouch...Mr. Crouch is of the opinion...Mr. Crouch was telling me...They'll be announcing their engagement any day now." Ron: "I could've taken those mer-idiots any time I wanted." Hermione: "What were you going to do, snore at them?" Ron: "Who're you going with then?" Fred: "Angelina." Ron: "What? You've already asked her?" Fred: "Good point. Oi, Angelina! Want to come to the ball with me?" "Mad-Eye Moody?" said George thoughtfully, spreading marmalade on his toast. "Isn't he that nutter-" "Your father thinks very highly of Mad-Eye Moody," said Mrs. Weasley sternly. "Yeah, well, Dad collects plugs, doesn't he?" said Fred quietly as Mrs. Weasley left the room. "Birds of a feather..." "Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said Fred. "That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" said Percy, going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!" "It was," Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. "We sent it." "He sounds exactly like Moody," said Harry quietly, tucking the letter away again inside his robes. "'Constant vigilance!' You'd think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls...." "Twitchy little ferret, aren't you Malfoy?" - Hermione "Viktor? Hasn't he asked you to call him Vicky yet?" - Ron He therefore had to endure over an hour of Professor Trelawny, who spent half the lesson telling everyone that the position of Mars with relation to Saturn at that moment meant that people born in July were in great danger of sudden, violent deaths. "Well, that's good," said Harry loudly, his temper getting the better of him, "just as long as it's not drawn out. I don't want to suffer." "Poor old Snuffles," said Ron, breathing deeply. "He must really like you, Harry... imagine having to live off rats." Dudley had done the thing he was threatening to do since age three: He had become wider than he was tall. Chapter 3, Page 32 "Aaaah," said Ron, imitating Professor Trelawney's mystical whisper, "when two Neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born." "You seem to be drowning twice," said Hermione. "Oh, am I?" said Ron peering down at his predictions. "I'd better change one of them to getting trampled by a rampaging Hippogriff." "Don't you think it's a bit obvious you've made these up?" said Hermione "How dare you!" said Ron in mock outrage. "We've been working like house elves here!" "Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!" said Hermione indignantly. Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like "Lockhart!" "Percy wouldn't recognize a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby's tea cozy." - Ron "We've been hearing explosions out of their rooms for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things," said Ginny. "We thought they just liked the noise." "'Course Dumbledore trusts you. He's a trusting man, isn't he? Believes in second chances. But me- I say there are spots that don't come off, Snape. Spots that never come off, d'you know what I mean?" - Moody "Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive," said Malfoy sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and suck blood all at once?" Order of the Phoenix * A week after Fred and George's departure, Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves, who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier, and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, "It unscrews the other way." "Well, we were always going to fail that one," said Ron gloomily as they ascended the marble staircase. He had just made Harry feel rather better by telling him how he told the examiner in detail about the ugly man with a wart on his nose in the crystal ball, only to look up an realize he had been describing the examiner's reflection. "How long have you been 'Big D' then?" said Harry. "Shut it," snarled Dudley, turning away again. "Cool name," said Harry, grinning, "But you'll always be Ickle Diddykins to me." "Shut your face." "You don't tell her to shut her face. What about 'popkin' and 'Dinky Diddydums,' can I use them then?" Chapter 1, Page 13 "You don't want to bottle your anger up like that, Harry, let it all out," said Fred, beaming. "There might be a couple people 50 miles away who didn't hear you." Chapter 4, Page 68 "Who's Kreacher?" "The house-elf who lives here," said Ron. "Nutter. Never met one like him." "He is not a nutter," said Hermione. "His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque like his mother," said Ron. "Is that normal, Hermione?" Chapter 4, Page 76 (After Lupin goes through a list of all the things they've done to discredit Dumbledore) "But Dumbledore says he doesn't care what they do as long as they don't take him off the Chocolate Frog Cards," said Bill, grinning. "Ah," said Fudge, who looked thoroughly disconcerted. "Dumbledore. Yes. You -er -got our - er - message that the time and - er - place of the hearing had been changed then?" "I must have missed it," said Dumbledore cheerfully. "However, due to a lucky mistake I arrived at the Ministry three hours early, so no harm done." "Yes - well - I suppose we'll need another chair - I - Weasley, could you --?" "Not to worry, not to worry," said Dumbledore pleasantly; he took out his wand, gave it a little flick, and a squishy chintz armchair appeared out of nowhere next to Harry. Dumbledore sat down, put the tips of his long fingers together and surveyed Fudge over them with an expression of polite interest. Chapter 8, Page 139 "To our newcomers," said Dumbledore in a ringing voice, stretching his hands wide and a beaming smile on his lips, "welcome! To our old hands -- welcome back! There is a time for speech making, and this is not it. Tuck in!" Chapter 11, Page 208 "Well, I had one that I was playing Quidditch the other night," said Ron, screwing up his face in an effort to remember. "What do you think that means?" "Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something," said Harry, turning the pages of The Dream Oracle without interest. "Er - thanks very much, Ernie," said Harry, taken aback. Ernie might be pompous on occaisons like these, but Harry was in a mood to deeply appreciate a vote of confidence from somebody who was not wearing radishes in their ears. "Harry, don't go picking a row with Malfoy, don't forget, he's a prefect now, he could make life difficult for you..." "Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life?" said Harry sarcastically. "Are you trying to weasel out of showing us any of this stuff?" said Zacharias Smith. "Here's an idea," said Ron loudly, "why don't you shut your mouth?" "Well, we've all turned up to learn from him, and now he's telling us he can't really do any of it," he said. "That's not what he said," said Fred Weasley "Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?" inquired George, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko's bags. "Or any part of your body, really, we're not fussy where we stick this," said Fred. "What's up with you, Hermione?" She was gazing out the window, but not as though she really saw it. Her eyes were unfocused and there was a frown on her face. "Just thinking..." she said, still frowning. "About Siri-" "Snuffles?" said Harry. "No...not exactly..." said Hermione slowly. "More...wondering...I suppose we're doing the right thing...I think....aren't we?" Harry and Ron looked at each other. "Well, that clears that up," said Ron. "It would have been really annoying if you hadn't explained yourself properly." "-but you get these massive pus-filled boils too," said George, "and we haven't worked out how to get rid of them yet." "I can't see any boils," said Ron, staring at the twins. "No, well, you wouldn't," said Fred, "they're not in a place we generally display to the public-" "-but they make sitting on a broom a right pain in the-" Fred and George were looking particularly annoyed; both were bandy-legged and winced with every movement. "I think a few of mine have ruptured," said Fred in a hollow voice. "Mine haven't," said George, through clenched teeth. "They're throbbing like mad...feel bigger if anything..." "We're not doing anything new?" said Zacharias Smith, in a disgruntled whisper loud enough to carry through the room. "If I'd known that, I wouldn't have come..." "We're all really sorry Harry didn't tell you, then," said Fred loudly. "Well?" said Ron finally, looking up at Harry. "How was it?" Harry considered for a moment. "Wet," he said truthfully. Ron made a noice that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell. "Because she was crying," Harry continued heavily. "Oh," said Ron, his smile fading slightly. "Are you that bad at kissing?" "Dunno," said Harry, who hadn't considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. "Maybe I am." A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, "One person can't feel all that at once, they'd explode." "Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have," said Hermione. "I'll look for him later, I expect I'll find him upstairs crying his eyes out over my mother's old bloomers or something...Of course, he might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died...But I mustn't get my hopes up..." - Sirius Rita stared at her. So did Harry. Luna, on the other hand, sang "Weasley is our King" dreamily under her breath and stirred her drink with a cocktail onion on a stick. As they climbed the staircase, the photos of various Healers called out to them, diagnosing odd complaints and suggesting horrible remedies. Ron was seriously affronted when a medieval wizard called out that he clearly had a bad case of spattergroit. "And what's that supposed to be?" he asked angrily, as the Healer pursued him through six more portraits, shoving the occupants out of the way. "'Tis a most grievous affliction of the skin, young master, that will leave you pockmarked and more gruesome even than you are now-" "Watch who you're calling gruesome!" said Ron, his ears turning red. "The only remedy is to take the liver of a toad, bind it tight about your throat, stand naked by the full moon in a barrel of eels' eyes-" "I have not got spattergroit!" "But the unsightly blemishes on your visage, young master-" "They're freckles!" said Ron furiously. "Now get back in your own picture and leave me alone!" He rounded on the others, who were all keeping determinedly straight faces. "Yeah, Montague tried to do us during break," said George. "What do you mean, 'tried'?" said Ron quickly. "He never managed to get all the words out," said Fred, "due to the fact that we forced him headfirst into that Vanishing Cabinet on the first floor." Hermione looked very shocked. "But you'll get into terrible trouble!" "Not until Montague reappears, and that could take weeks, I dunno where we sent him," said Fred coolly. "Anyway, we've decided that we don't care about getting into trouble anymore." "Have you ever?" asked Hermione. "'Course we have," said George. "Never been expelled, have we?" "We might have put a toe across occaisonally," said George. "But we've always stopped short of causing real mayhem," said Fred. "But now?" said Ron tentatively. "-what with Dumbledore gone-" said Fred. "-we reckon a bit of mayhem-" said George. "-is exactly what our dear new Head deserves," said Fred. "Cheers," whispered George, wiping tears of laughter from his face. "Oh, I hope she tries Vanishing them next...they multiply by ten every time you try..." The fireworks continued to burn and spread all over the school that afternoon. Though they caused plenty of disruption, the other teachers did not seem to mind them very much. "Dear, dear," said Professor McGonagall sardonically, as one of the dragons soared around her classroom, emitting loud bangs and exhalting flame. "Miss Brown, would you mind running along to the headmistress and informing her that we have an escaped firework in our classroom?" "Thank you so much, Professor!" said Professor Flitwick in his squeaky little voice. "I could have got rid of the sparklers myself, of course, but I wasn't sure whether I had the authority..." Beaming, he closed the classroom door in Umbridge's snarling face. "How'd the exam go, Snivelly?" said James. "I was watching him, his nose was touching the parchment," said Sirius viciously. "There'll be great grease marks all over it, they won't be able to read a word." "You two," she went on, gazing down at Fred and George, "are about to learn what happens to wrongdoers in my school." "You know what?" said Fred. "I don't think we are." He turned to his twin. "George," said Fred, "I think we've outgrown a full-time education." "Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George lightly. "Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?" asked Fred. "Definitely," said George. And before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wants and said together, "Accio Brooms!" Harry heard a loud crash somewhere in the distance. Looking to his left he ducked just in time -- Fred and George's broomsticks, one still trailing the heavy chain and iron peg with which Umbridge had fastened them to the wall, were hurtling along the corridor toward their owners. They turned left, streaked down the stairs, and stopped sharply in front of the twins, the chain clattering loudly on the flagged stone floor. "We won't be seeing you," Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick. "Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch," said George, mounting his own. Fred looked around at the assembled students, and at the silent, watchful crowd. "If anybody fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three Diagon Alley - Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," he said in a loud voice. "Our new premesis!" "Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," said George, pointing at Professor Umbridge. "STOP THEM!" shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd. "Give her hell from us, Peeves." And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset. Chapter 29, Page 674-675 By the time Ernie MacMillan, Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Anthony Goldstein, and Terry Boot had finished using a wide variety of the hexes and jinxes Harry had taught them, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle resembled nothing so much as three gigantic slugs squeezed into Hogwarts uniforms as Harry, Ernie and Justin hoisted them into the luggage rack and left them there to ooze. "I must say, I'm looking forward to seeing Malfoy's mother's face when he gets off the train," said Ernie with satisfaction. "Goyle's mum'll be really pleased, though," said Ron. "He's loads better looking now." "And do I look like the kind of man that can be intimidated?" barked Uncle Vernon. "Well..." said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving eye. Uncle Vernon lept backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley." Chapter 38, Page 870-871 "S'up Figgy?" - Mundungus Chapter 2, Page 22 "Didn't you listen to Dolores Umbridge's speech at the start-of-term feast, Potter?" "Yeah," said Harry. "Yeah...she said...progress will be prohibited or...well, it meant that...that the Ministry of Magic is trying to interfere at Hogwarts." "Well, I'm glad you listen to Hermione Granger at any rate." Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity. "No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother." "You wouldn't," said George, horrified, taking a step back from her. "Oh, yes, I would," said Hermione grimly. "I can't stop you from eating the stupid things yourself, but you're not giving them to first years." Fred and George looked thunderstruck. It was clear that as far as they were concerned, Hermione's threat was way below the belt. "Has Ron saved a goal yet?" asked Hermione. "Well, he can do it if he thinks no one is watching him," said Fred, rolling his eyes. "So all we have to do is ask the crowd to turn their backs and talk among themselves every time the Quaffle goes up on his end Saturday." "Mistletoe," said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clumb of white berries placed over Harry's head. He jumped out from under it. "Good thinking," said Luna seriously. "It's often infested with nargles." I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!"... "What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?" - Molly Weasley, George Weasley Chapter 9, Page 163 The thing about growing up with Fred and George is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve. - Ginny Weasley Chapter 29, Page 655 "This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this." - Harry Potter Chapter 1, Page 14 "Listening to the news! Again?" "Well, it changes every day, you see..." - Vernon Dursley, Harry Potter Chapter 1, Page 6 Oh Harry, don't you see? If she could have done one thing to make absolutely sure that every single person in this school will read your interview, it was banning it! - Hermione Granger Chapter 26, Page 582 All quotes are from the Harry Potter series books, © J.K. Rowling |
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