JK Rowling, formally Joanne "Jo" Rowling

Rowling, formally Joanne "Jo" Rowling

British Novelist, Author of the Harry Potter fantasy series

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When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

Who was this women?' asked Harry. 'I dunno, some Ministry hag.' Mundungus considered for a moment, brow wrinkled. 'Little women. Bow on top of er' head.' He frowned and then added, 'Looked like a toad.' Harry dropped his wand. Harry looked up and saw his own shock reflected in Ron and Hermione's faces. The scars on the back of right hand seemed to be tingling again.

What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain.

What's most important in a friendship? Tolerance and loyalty.

When you have that last piece of the jigsaw, everything will, I hope, be clear...

Whoops - My wand is a little over excited!

What I felt like saying was, "I've produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren't either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?" But no ? my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!

What's that supposed to be anyway? said Fred squinting at Dobby's painting. Looks like a Gibbon with two black eyes! It's Harry, said George pointing at the back of the picture. Says so on the back. Good likeness, said Fred grinning. Harry threw his new homework diary at him.

When you were straight, evil thoughts and memories came pouring up out of the darkness inside you; buzzing black flies clinging to the insides of your skull.

Who're you going with, then? said Ron. Angelina, said Fred promptly, without a trace of embarrassment. What? said Ron, taken aback. You've already asked her? Good point, said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, Oi! Angelina! Angelina, who had been chatting with Alicia Spinnet near the fire, looked over at him. What? She called back. Want to come to the ball with me? Angelina gave Fred a sort of appraising look. All right, then, she said, and she turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting with a bit of a grin on her face. There you go, said Fred to Harry and Ron, piece of cake.

What if I'm in Slytherin?' The whisper was for his father alone, and Harry knew that only the moment of departure could have forced Albus to reveal how great and sincere that fear was. Harry crouched down so that Albus's face was slightly above his own. Alone of Harry's three children, Albus had inherited Lily's eyes. Albus Severus', Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Rose, who was now on the train, 'you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew'.

What's that? he snarled, staring at the envelope Harry was still clutching in his hand. If it's another form for me to sign, you've got another - It's not, said Harry cheerfully. It's a letter from my godfather. Godfather? sputtered Uncle Vernon. You haven't got a godfather! Yes, I have, said Harry brightly. He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though...keep up with my news...check if I'm happy....

Whenever he was in company he wanted to get away, and whenever he was alone he wanted company.

Who's Kreacher? The house-elf who lives here, said Ron. Nutter. Never met one like him. He is not a nutter, said Hermione. His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque like his mother, said Ron. Is that normal, Hermione?

What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane? At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching towards the dungeon ceiling. I don't know, said Harry quietly. I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try asking her? A few people laughed; Harry caught sight of Seamus's eye and Seamus winked. Snape, however, was not pleased. Sit down, he snapped at Hermione. For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down? There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, And a point will be taken from Gryffindor house for your cheek, Potter.

When Filch wasn't guarding the scene of the crime, he was skulking red-eyed through the corridors, lunging out at unsuspecting students and trying to put them in detention for things like breathing loudly and looking happy.

Where are you heading, if you?ve got the choice? James lifted an invisible sword. ?Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!? Like my dad. Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. Got a problem with that? No, said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. If you?d rather be brawny than brainy ? Where?re you hoping to go, seeing as you?re neither? interjected Sirius.

Why are they all staring? demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students.

We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

What must strike any intelligent witch or wizard on studying the so-called history of the Elder Wand is that every man who claims to have owned it has insisted that it is unbeatable, when the known facts of its passage through many owners' hands demonstrate that has it not only been beaten hundreds of times, but that it also attracts trouble as Grumble the Grubby Goat attracted flies.

When he straightened up again, there were six Harry Potters gasping and panting in front of him. Fred and George turned to each other and said together, Wow -- we're identical!

Where do vanished objects go? Into nonbeing, which is to say, everything, replied Professor McGonagall. Nicely phrased, replied the eagle door knocker, and the door swung open.

Why are you worrying about you-know-who? You should be worrying about u-no-poo- the constipation sensation that's gripping the nation! Harry started to laugh. He heard a weak sort of moan beside him and looked round to see Mrs. Weasley gazing, dumbfounded, at the poster. Her lips moved, silently mouthing the name 'U-No-Poo.

We've got it [Percy's Head Boy badge], Fred whispered to Harry. We're improving it. The badge now read Bighead Boy.

What she did have were Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things Harry had never seen in his life.

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British Novelist, Author of the Harry Potter fantasy series