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Voldemort himself created his worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do! Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? All of them realize that, one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back!

You'd think people had better things to gossip about," said Ginny as she sat on the common room floor, leaning against Harry’s legs and reading the Daily Prophet. "Three Dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it’s true you’ve got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest."<br />Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.<br />What did you tell her?"<br />I told her it's a Hungarian Horntail," said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. "Much more macho."<br />Thanks," said Harry, grinning. "And what did you tell her Ron’s got?"<br />A Pygmy Puff, but I didn’t say where.

I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don't want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.

I don't believe in the kind of magic in my books. But I do believe something very magical can happen when you read a good book.

It's still magic even if you know how it's done.

Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.

We'll be there, Harry," said Ron<br />"What?"<br />"At your Aunt and Uncle's house," said Ron, "And then we'll go with you wherever you're going."<br />"No-" said Harry quickly; he hadn't counted on this, he had meant them to understand that he was undertaking the most dangerous journey alone. <br />"You said it once before," said Hermione quickly, "that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, haven't we? We're with you whatever happens.

Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.

Snape's patronus was a doe,' said Harry, 'the same as my mother's because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from when they were children.

Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common.

Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.

He accused me of being Dumbledore's man through and through."<br />"How very rude of him."<br />"I told him I was."<br />Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. Fawkes the phoenix let out a low, soft, musical cry. To Harry's intense embarrassment, he suddenly realized that Dumbledore's bright blue eyes looked rather watery, and stared hastily at his own knee. When Dumbledore spoke, however, his voice was quite steady. <br />"I am very touched, Harry.

Music acts like a magic key, to which the most tightly closed heart opens.

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

Scientists have calculated that the chances of something so patently absurd actually existing are millions to one.<br />But magicians have calculated that million-to-one chances crop up nine times out of ten.

You could say sorry," suggested Harry bluntly. <br />"What, and get attacked by another flock of canaries?" muttered Ron.<br />"What did you have to imitate her for?"<br />"She laughed at my mustache!"<br />"So did I, it was the stupidest thing I've ever seen.

Music is an agreeable harmony for the honor of God and the permissible delights of the soul.

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

When two people meet and fall in love, there's a sudden rush of magic. Magic is just naturally present then. We tend to feed on that gratuitous magic without striving to make any more. One day we wake up and find that the magic is gone. We hustle to get it back, but by then it's usually too late, we've used it up. What we have to do is work like hell at making additional magic right from the start. It's hard work, but if we can remember to do it, we greatly improve our chances of making love stay.

There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.

If it weren't for music, I would think that love is mortal.

Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.

Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.

Stop fighting me!" he said, trying to pull on the arm he held.<br /><br />He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.<br /><br />“Let go of me!” I yelled back.<br /><br />But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasn’t in total danger of falling again.<br /><br />See, here’s the thing. In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. I’d come to terms with it and accepted it. I also, however, had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free.<br /><br />I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you."<br /><br />Then I plunged the stake into his chest.<br /><br />It wasn’t as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one.<br /><br />"That’s what I was supposed to say. . .” he gasped out.<br /><br />Those were his last words.

...disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business....

I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.

We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already.

Music... will help dissolve your perplexities and purify your character and sensibilities, and in time of care and sorrow, will keep a fountain of joy alive in you.

What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally the whole school knows.

Music touches us emotionally, where words alone can't.

And Harry saw very clearly as he sat there under the hot sun how people who cared about him had stood in front of him one by one, his mother, his father, his godfather, and finally Dumbledore, all determined to protect him; but now that was over. He could not let anybody else stand between him and Voldemort; he must abandon forever the illusion he ought to have lost at the age of one, that the shelter of a parent’s arms meant that nothing could hurt him. There was no waking from this nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that he was safe really, that it was all in his imagination; the last and greatest of his protectors had died, and he was more alone than he had ever been.

Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.

Nobody's ever asked me to a party before, as a friend. Is that why you dyed your eyebrow, for the party? Should I do mine too?

Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange.<br />Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never could.

Dumbledore will only leave from Hogwarts when there are none loyal to him!

Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without.

I don't mean to be rude—" he began, in a tone that threatened rudeness in every syllable.<br />"Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often," Dumbledore finished the sentence gravely.

Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.

Why are you worrying about YOU-KNOW-WHO, when you should be worrying about YOU-NO-POO? The constipation sensation that's gripping the nation!

Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart..

Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.

I do believe in an everyday sort of magic -- the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone.

Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.

Music is the moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

I love the way music inside a car makes you feel invisible; if you play the stereo at max volume, it's almost like the other people can't see into your vehicle. It tints your windows, somehow.

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.

He took his pain and turned it into something beautiful. Into something that people connect to. And that's what good music does. It speaks to you. It changes you.

It happens like this. <br /><br />"One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time."<br /><br />Though here is a word of warning--you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.<br /><br />-------------------------------------------------<br /><br />It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me. <br />That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can.