Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter, #5)

by J.K. Rowling

the indications have been that wizardkind is living through nothing more than a brief calm between two wars. Mars, bringer of battle, shines brightly above us, suggesting that the fight must soon break out again.

James’s eyes were hazel, his nose was slightly longer than Harry’s and there was no scar on his forehead, but they had the same thin face, same mouth, same eyebrows; James’s hair stuck up at the back exactly as Harry’s did, his hands could have been Harry’s

‘One: he’s sitting on my chair. Two: he’s wearing my clothes. Three: his name’s Remus Lupin.’

James’s free hand immediately jumped to his hair.

‘I wouldn’t go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid,’

‘I don’t need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!’ Lily blinked. ‘Fine,’ she said coolly. ‘I won’t bother in future. And I’d wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus.’

‘Reading between the lines, I’d say she thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate,’

‘I’d forgotten he used to do that,’ said Sirius affectionately.

whenever he fancied a break, spent hours at a time floating along after Umbridge and blowing loud raspberries every time she spoke.

don’t you think you’ve got a bit of a – a – saving-people thing?’

‘He never knew I ordered Dementors to go after Potter last summer,

‘Honest, Harry, they’re brains – look – Accio brain!’

whether Harry was as good as James had been … Harry had never asked him …

Harry turned his head in time to see Phineas marching out of his portrait and knew that he had gone to visit his other painting in Grimmauld Place. He would walk, perhaps, from portrait to portrait, calling for Sirius through the house …