“They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat. “Get the mail, Dudley,” said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper. “Make Harry get it.””Get the mail, Harry.””Make Dudley get it.””Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley.”

“Did you see me disarm Hermione, Harry?””Only once” said Hermione stung. “I got you loads more then you got me—””I did not only get you once, I got you at least three times—””Well if you’re counting the one where you tripped over your own feet and knocked the wand out of my hand—”

“Which way did they go, Peeves?” Filch was saying. “Quick, tell me.” “Say ‘please.'” “Don’t mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go?” “Shan’t say nothing if you don’t say please,” said Peeves in his annoying singsong voice. “All right- PLEASE.” “NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldn’t say nothing if you didn’t say please! Ha ha! Haaaaaa!” And they heard the sound of Peeves whooshing away and Filch cursing in rage.”

“I see a light in the kitchen. Let us not deprive Molly any longer of the chance to deplore how thin you are.”

“His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,His hair is as dark as a blackboard.I wish he was mine, he’s really divine,The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.”

“Don’t forget to give Neville our love!’ Ginny told James as she hugged him.’Mum! I can’t give a professor love!”But you know Neville-‘James rolled his eyes.’Outside, yeah, but at school he’s Professor Longbottom, isn’t he? I can’t walk into Herbology and give him love….”

“These books can’t possibly compete with centuries of established history, especially when that history is endorsed by the ultimate bestseller of all time.” Faukman’s eyes went wide. “Don’t tell me Harry Potter is actually about the Holy Grail.””I was referring to the Bible.”Faukman cringed. “I knew that.”

“I’m Draco Malfoy, I’m Draco, I’m on your side!”Draco was on the upper landing, pleading with another masked Death Eater. Harry Stunned the Death Eater as they passed: Malfoy looked around, beaming, for his savior, and Ron punched him from under the cloak. Malfoy fell backward on top of the Death Eater, his mouth bleeding, utterly bemused.”And that’s the second time we’ve saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!” Ron yelled.”

“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 and realize he had been describing the examiner’s reflection.”

“Great, tell me when you’ve defeated Voldemort for me, will you?”

“So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left —”“Don’t talk to your mother like that.”

“I am not worried, Harry,” said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. “I am with you.”

“What’s that?” he snarled, staring at the envelope Harry was still clutching in his hand. “If it’s another form for me to sign, you’ve got another -“”It’s not,” said Harry cheerfully. “It’s a letter from my godfather.””Godfather?” sputtered Uncle Vernon. “You haven’t got a godfather!””Yes, I have,” said Harry brightly. “He was my mum and dad’s best friend. He’s a convicted murderer, but he’s broken out of wizard prison and he’s on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though…keep up with my news…check if I’m happy….”

“Who’re you going with, then?” said Ron.”Angelina,” said Fred promptly, without a trace of embarrassment.”What?” said Ron, taken aback. “You’ve already asked her?””Good point,” said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, “Oi! Angelina!”Angelina, who had been chatting with Alicia Spinnet near the fire, looked over at him.”What?” She called back.”Want to come to the ball with me?”Angelina gave Fred a sort of appraising look.”All right, then,” she said, and she turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting with a bit of a grin on her face.”There you go,” said Fred to Harry and Ron, “piece of cake.”

“I dreamed I was buying new shoes last night,” said Ron. “What d’ya think that’s gonna mean?””Probably that you’re going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something,” said Harry.”