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--Harry Potter--

I don't know who Maxime thinks she's kidding. If Hagrid's half-giant, she definately is. Big bones... the only thing that's got bigger bones than her is a dinosaur.

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"Are you insane? Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?"

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"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 news...check if I'm happy..."

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"Brilliant! It's Potions last thing on Friday! Snape won't have the time to poison us all!"

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"Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher. There was just that minor drawback of him have Lord Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head!"

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"Well, I had one that I was playing Quidditch the other night," said Ron, screwing up his face in an effort to remember. "What do you think that means?"
"Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something," said Harry, turning the pages of The Dream Oracle without interest.

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"And Harry said last night," retorted Ron, "if it means we're supposed to get matey with the Slytherins, fat chance."
"Well, I think it's a pity we're not trying for a bit of inter-House unity," said Hermione crossly.
They had reached the foot of the marble staircase. A line of fourth year Ravenclaws was crossing the entrance hall; they caught sight of Harry and hurried to form a tighter group, as though frightened he might attack stragglers.
"Yeah, we really ough to be trying to make friends with people like that," said Harry sarcastically.

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"Harry, don't go picking a row with Malfoy, don't forget, he's a prefect now, he could make life difficult for you..."
"Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life?" said Harry sarcastically.


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"You can't give a Dementor the old one-two!"

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"Why were you lurking under our window?"
"Yes -- yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy?"
"Listening to the news," said Harry in a resigned voice.
His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage.
"Listening to the news! Again?"
"Well, it changes every day, you see," said Harry

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"Er -- thanks very much, Ernie," said Harry, taken aback. Ernie might be pompous on occasions like these, but Harry was in a mood to deeply appreciate a vote of confidence from somebody who was not wearing radishes in their ears.






--Ron Weasly--


"There you go, Harry! You weren't being thick after all -- you were just showing moral fiber!"

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"Viktor? Hasn't he asked you to call him Vicky yet?"

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"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,
Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

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Speaking quietly so that no one else would hear, Harry told the other two about Snape's sudden, sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.
'Don't play,' said Hermione at once.
'Say you're ill,' said Ron.
'Pretend to break your leg,' Hermione suggested.
'Really break your leg,' said Ron

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"But why's she got to go to the library?"
"Because that's what Hermione does. When in doubt, go to the library."

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"We're coming for you whether the Muggles like it or not, you can't miss the World Cup, only Mum and Dad reckon it's better if we pretend to ask their permission first. If they say yes, send Pig back with your answer pronto, and we'll come and get you at five o'clock on Sunday. If they say no, send Pig back pronto and we'll come and get you at five o'clock on Sunday anyway."
[Letter to Harry]

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"Can I have a look at Uranus, too, Lavender?"

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"Percy wouldn't recognize a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby's tea-cozy."

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Hermione frowned at Ron.
"He's not a nutter, Ron---"
"His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque just like his mother," said Ron irritably. "Is that normal, Hermione?"

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"Well, we were always going to fail that one," said Ron gloomily as they ascended the marble staircase. He had just made Harry feel rather better by telling him how he told the examiner in detail about the ugly man with a wart on his nose in the crystal ball, only to look up an realize he had been describing the examiner's reflection.

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"Ron, we're supposed to show the first years where to go!"
"Oh, yeah," said Ron, who had obviously forgotten. "Hey-hey you lot! Midgets!"
"Ron!"
"Well, they are, they're twitchy..."

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"The hats have gone," Hermione said happily. "Seems the house-elves do want freedom after all."
"I wouldn't bet on it," Ron told her cuttingly. "They might not count as clothes. They didn't look anything like hats to me, more like woolly bladders."

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"What's up with you, Hermione?"
She was gazing out the window, but not as though she really saw it. Her eyes were unfocused and there was a frown on her face.
"Just thinking..." she said, still frowning.
"About Siri -- Snuffles?" said Harry.
"No...not exactly..." said Hermione slowly. "More...wondering...I suppose we're doing the right thing...I think....aren't we?"
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"Well, that clears that up," said Ron. "It would have been really annoying if you hadn't explained yourself properly."

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"Yeah, I've seen those things they [Muggles] think are gnomes... like fat little Santa Clauses with fishing rods..."

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"I've got two Neptunes here," said Harry after a while, frowning down on his parchment, "that can't be right, can it?" "Aaaah," said Ron, imitating Professor Trelawney's mysical whisper,"when two Neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born, Harry..."

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"...from now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell die, Ron, die, I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong."




--Hermione Granger--

"Oh Harry, don't you see? If she could have done one thing to make absolutely sure that every single person in this school will read your interview, it was banning it!"

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Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity.
"No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother."
"You wouldn't," said George, horrified, taking a step back from her.
"Oh, yes, I would," said Hermione grimly. "I can't stop you from eating the stupid things yourself, but you're not giving them to first years."
Fred and George looked thunderstruck. It was clear that as far as they were concerned, Hermione's threat was way below the belt.

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They were so busy that Hermione had stopped knitting elf hats and was fretting that she was down to her last three.
"All those poor elves I haven't set free yet, having to stay over during Christmas because there aren't enough hats!"
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"Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have."
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"Just because it's taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one else has spotted I'm a girl!"
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"The fates have informed me that your examination in June will concern the Orb, and I am anxious to give you suffiecient practice."
Hermione snorted "Well honestly. . . 'the fates have informed her'. . . who sets the exam? She does!"


--Fred and George Weasley--

"George," said Fred, "I think we've outgrown a full-time education."
"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George lightly.
"Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?" asked Fred.
"Definitely," said George.
And before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wants and said together, "Accio Brooms!"
Harry heard a loud crash somewhere in the distance. Looking to his left he ducked just in time -- Fred and George's broomsticks, one still trailing the heavy chain and iron peg with which Umbridge had fastened them to the wall, were hurtling along the corridor toward their owners. They turned left, streaked down the stairs, and stopped sharply in front of the twins, the chain clattering loudly on the flagged stone floor.
"We won't be seeing you," Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick.
"Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch," said George, mounting his own.
Fred looked around at the assembled students, and at the silent, watchful crowd.
"If anybody fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three Diagon Alley -- Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," he said in a loud voice. "Our new premises!"
"Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," said George, pointing at Professor Umbridge.
"STOP THEM!" shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd.
"Give her hell from us, Peeves."
"And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset.

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"Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard [Harry] coming through..."

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"You two just Apparated on my knees!"
"Yeah, well, it's harder in the dark --"

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"Yeah, Montague tried to do us during break," said George.
"What do you mean, "tried"?" said Ron quickly.
"He never managed to get all the words out," said Fred, "due to the fact that we forced him head-first into that Vanishing Cabinet on the first floor."
Hermione looked very shocked.
"But you'll get into terrible trouble!"
"Not until Montague reappears, an' that could take weeks, I dunno where we sent him." said Fred coolly.

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"Are you trying to weasel out of showing us any of this stuff?" said Zacharias Smith.
"Here's an idea," said Ron loudly, "why don't you shut your mouth?"
"Well, we've all turned up to learn from him, and now he's telling us he can't really do any of it," he said.
"That's not what he said," said Fred Weasley.
"Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?" inquired George, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko's bags.
"Or any part of your body, really, we're not fussy where we stick this," said Fred.

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"Cheers," whispered George, wiping tears of laughter from his face. "Oh, I hope she tries Vanishing them next...they multiply by ten every time you try..."

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"We tried to shut him in a pyramid, but Mum spotted us." -George

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"Has Ron saved a goal yet?" asked Hermione.
"Well, he can do it if he thinks no one is watching him," said Fred, rolling his eyes. "So all we have to do is ask the crowd to turn their backs and talk among themselves every time the Quaffle goes up on his end Saturday."

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"You don't want to bottle your anger up like that, Harry, let it all out," said Fred, beaming. "There might be a couple people 50 miles away who didn't hear you."

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"--but you get these massive pus-filled boils too," said George, "and we haven't worked out how to get rid of them yet."
"I can't see any boils," said Ron, staring at the twins.
"No, well, you wouldn't," said Fred, "they're not in a place we generally display to the public --"
"-- but they make sitting on a broom a right pain in the --"
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"Hey, look - Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!" Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow 'F' on it, the other a 'G'.
"Harry's is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."
"Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."
"I hate maroon," Ron moaned halfheartedly as he pulled it over his head.
"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge."

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"Harry!" said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. "Simply splendid to see you, old boy--"
"Marvelous," said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry's hand in turn. "Absolutely spiffing."
Percy scowled.
"That's enough, now," said Mrs. Weasly.
"Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you--"

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"We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat!" -George

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"Hello Harry," said George, beaming at him. "We thought we heard your dulcet tones."

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"You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!" [Molly Weasley]
"What are Fred and I? Next door neighbours?"


--Draco Malfoy--

"Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive. Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at once?"

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"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something."

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"Oh how silly we’ve been!” Malfoy sneered. “We should have stroked them! Why didn’t we guess?”
“I-I thought they were funny,” Hagrid said uncertainly to Hermione.
“Oh tremendously funny!” said Malfoy. “Really witty, giving us books that try and rip our hands off!"

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"Where is Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn't there.
"Still in the showers," said Fred. "We think he's trying to drown himself."


--Albus Dumbledore--

"I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you."

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"By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many."

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"Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love."

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"Don't be silly, Dawlish. I'm sure you are an excellent Auror, I seem to remember you achieved 'Outstanding' in all your N.E.W.T.s, but if you attempt to — er — 'bring me in' by force, I will have to hurt you."

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"To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

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"Fear of a name increases fear of a thing itself."

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"Humans have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are worst for them."

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"Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory."

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"I don't need a cloak to become invisible."

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"Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

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"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."

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"Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground."

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"I seem to remember telling you both that I would have to expel you if you broke any more school rules," said Dumbledore. Ron opened his mouth in horror. "Which goes to show that the best of us must sometimes eat our words."


--Sirius Black-- ((<3333333333333333))

"If you made a better rat than a human, that's not much to boast about."

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"You should have died! Died rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you!"

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"This is how it is - this is why you're not in the Order - you don't understand - there are things worth dying for!"

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"If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."

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"What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard who has ever existed? Only innocent lives, Peter."

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"There's enough filth on my robes without you touching them."

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"You are truly your father's son, Harry..."

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"I'll look for him later, I expect I'll find him upstairs crying his eyes out over my mother's old bloomers or something...Of course, he might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died...But I mustn't get my hopes up..."

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"Reading between the lines, I’d say she thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate."

--Padfoot, Through the Marauder's Map--

"Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor."


--Mad-Eye Moody--

"And do I look like the kind of man that can be intimidated?" barked Uncle Vernon.
"Well..." said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving eye. Uncle Vernon lept backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley."

--Mundungous Fletcher--

"S'up Figgy?"
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