All I want to do is be at Hogwarts with you, eating turkey legs in the great hall while listening to the carols of the ghosts gliding past us. Then maybe we can go to Hogsmeade to get a butterbeer.

You were always the Harry to my Hermione, flushing away my erratic anxiety with the rudest sense of realism.

I have a theory that the world is broken up into two kinds of people."
"Yeah?"
"Yep. On the one side are the people who love the Harry Pottery books and wish that they could attend Hogwarts and have Ron and Hermione for best friends and vanquish Death Eaters and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
She's smiling at me, and she's just so fucking cute. I have to ask: "And the other side?"
Aimee shrugs. "Douchebags.

To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.

-Albus Dumbledore to Harry Potter, page 299

Am I a professor? Goodness. I expect I was hopeless, was I?

I wait all year for the colder seasons, just so that when I wear my Hogwarts scarf it's functional as well as fashionable.