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Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville. They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same: Harry thought they breathed. What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realised that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends ... friends ... friends ...

Ronny og Abriam
<<Sølvhinden!>> sa han oppspilt. <<Var det også Dem?>>
<<Hva er det du snakker om?>> sa Abriam.
<<Noen sendte en hind-verge til oss!>>
<<Med den hjernen der kunne du like godt være dødseter, gutt.
Har jeg ikke akkurat bevist at vergen min er en geit?>>
<<Å,>>

“After all this time?” “Always,” said Snape.

I open at the close

'I don't think you're a waste of space.' If Harry had not seen Dudley's lips move, he might not have believed it ... 'Well ... er ... thanks, Dudley.'

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living.

"IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU, HARRY!"

Ron Weasley

Our headmaster is taking a short break, said Professor McGonagall, pointing at the Snape-shaped hole in the windov.

"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"

'Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?'

'Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?'