#siriarys

‘I was never a prefect myself. My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities.' ‘Like what?’ ‘Like the ability to behave myself.’ 

Powerful infatuations can be induced by the skillful potioneer, but never yet has anyone managed to create the truly unbreakable, eternal, unconditional attachment that alone can be called Love.

When it was time to fight We chose a side But everyone knew that something didn't feel right So we stood our ground And waited for a sign You said don't look back

“… Wow,” he added, blinking rather rapidly as Hermione came hurrying toward them. “You look great!” “Always the tone of surprise,” said Hermione, though she smiled.

“Don’t get smart - you two are in a heap of trouble!” snarled Anderson. “Names!” “Names?” repeated the long-haired driver. “Er — well, let’s see. There’s Wilberforce … Bathsheba … Elvendork …” “And what’s nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy or a girl,” said the boy in glasses. “Oh, our names, did you mean?” asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage. “You should’ve said! This here is James Potter, and I’m Sirius Black!”

It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic (which, Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BURROW.

“You think I’m a fool?“ demanded Harry. "No, I think you’re like James,” said Lupin, “who would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his friends.”

there was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of hermione’s arms. running at ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted hermione off her feet