Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Harry Potter, #3)

by J.K. Rowling

would hate for you to run away with a false idea of your father, Potter,”

“Don’t expect me to cover up for you again, Harry. I cannot make you take Sirius Black seriously. But I would have thought that what you have heard when the dementors draw near you would have had more of an effect on you. Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor way to repay them — gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic tricks.”

Hermione flung her arms around Ron’s neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away.

“I don’t need help,” Ron whispered. “It’s obvious what this means. There’s going to be loads of fog tonight.”

He looked like a man who did not know where he was or what to do. This helplessness was worse to watch than tears.

he had forgotten that he was short and skinny and thirteen,

“You’re the cleverest witch of your age I’ve ever met, Hermione.”

The truth is that it was planted because I came to Hogwarts.

It would have been impossible to say which face showed more hatred.

I knew him at once . . . how many times had I seen him transform?

“I must admit, Peter, I have difficulty in understanding why an innocent man would want to spend twelve years as a rat,”

You’d want to be quite sure he was the biggest bully in the playground before you went back to him, wouldn’t you?

“There’s enough filth on my robes without you touching them,”

The difference it made was startling, as though a person ten years younger were shining through the starved mask;

“This is the weirdest thing we’ve ever done,”

“You are — truly your father’s son, Harry.

“Oh, he’s not unbalanced,” said Dumbledore quietly. “He’s just suffered a severe disappointment.”

The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business

“You think the dead we have loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?

know how to use a fellytone now —”

“What d’you reckon?” Ron asked the cat. “Definitely an owl?”