For that was the terrible power of the dementors: to force their victims to relive the worst memories of their lives, and drown, powerless, in their
own despair. . . .
Mots clés goblet-of-fire
With another shock of excitement, Harry saw Sirius give James the thumbs-up.
Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking, his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James's nor Harry's could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn't seem to have noticed.
Mots clés harry-potter james-potter sirius-black order-of-the-phoenix
I'm not going anywhere!" said Harry fiercely. "One of my best friends is Muggle-born; she'll be first in line if the Chamber really has been opened...
J.K. RowlingMots clés harry-potter chamber-of-secrets
Dear Ron, and Harry if you're there,
"I hope everything went all right and that Harry is okay and that you didn't do anything illegal to get him out, Ron, because that would get Harry into trouble, too.
I've been really worried and if Harry is all right, will you please let me know at once, but perhaps it would be better if you used a different owl, because I think another delivery might finish your one off.
I'm very busy with my schoolwork, of course' ---'and we're going to London next Wednesday to buy my new books. Why don't we meet in Diagon Alley?
Let me know what's happening as soon as you can. Love from Hermione.
Mots clés harry hermione-granger ron-weasley potter harrypotter ocinej
I think I'd better do the actual stealing," Hermione continued in a matter-of-fact tone. "You two will be expelled if you get into anymore trouble, and I've got a clean record. So all of you need to do is cause enough mayhem to keep Snape busy for five minutes or so.
J.K. RowlingMots clés hermione harrypotter ronweasly
You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
J.K. RowlingShe tamped down the awful urge to cry with a fierceness that her mother had always deplored, especially in the wake of her father’s death, when her other daughters, and the aunts and cousins, were all wailing and beating their breasts. ‘And you were his favourite too!’ But Parminder kept her unwept tears locked tightly inside where they seemed to undergo an alchemical transformation, returning to the outer world as lava slides of rage, disgorged periodically at her children and the receptionists at work.
J.K. RowlingI uprooted my daughter and left my job and moved house for you, and you treat me like a hooker you don’t have to pay.
J.K. RowlingHer grief was so big and wild it terrified her, like an evil beast that had erupted from under the floorboards.
J.K. RowlingBut sometimes she found that memory confusing and doubted it.
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