HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX - J. K. ROWLING

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 739

   'Is there a defence? I defy anyone who has watched you as I have - and I have watched you more closely than you can have imagined - not to want to save you more pain than you had already suffered. What did I care if numbers of nameless and faceless people and creatures were slaughtered in the vague future, if in the here and now you were alive, and well, and happy? I never dreamed that I would have such a person on my hands.'

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 723

It was unbearable, he would not think about it, he could not stand it... there was a terrible hollow inside him he did not want to feel or examine, a dark hole where Sirius had been, where Sirius had vanished; he did not want to have to be alone with that great, silent space, he could not stand it-

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 575

He had been so sure his parents were wonderful people that he had never had the slightest difficulty in disbelieving the aspersions Snape cast on his father's character. 

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 546

'Well - it's just that you seem to be labouring under the delusion that I am going to - what is the phrase? - come quietly. I am afraid I am not going to come quietly at all, Cornelius. I have absolutely no intention of being sent to Azkaban. I could break out, of course - but what a waste of time, and frankly, I can think of a whole host of things I would rather be doing.'

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 455

She did not seem to want to speak, or perhaps she was not able to, but she made timid motions towards Neville, holding something in her outstretched hand.   'Again?' said Mrs Longbottom, sounding slightly weary. 'Very well, Alive dear, very well - Neville, take it, whatever it is.'   But Neville had already stretched out his hand, into which his mother dropped an empty Drooble's Best Blowing Gum wrapper.    'Very nice, dear,' said Neville's grandmother in a falsely cheery voice, patting his mother on the shoulder.   But Neville said quietly, 'Thanks, Mum.'   His mother tottered away, back up the ward, humming to herself. Neville looked around at the others, his expression defiant, as though daring them to laugh, but Harry did not think he'd ever found anything less funny in his life.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 423

Fred fell into a doze, his head lolling sideways on to his shoulder. Ginny was curled like a cat on her chair, but her eyes were open; Harry could see them reflecting the firelight. Ron was sitting with his head in his hands, whether awake or asleep it was impossible to tell. Harry and Sirius looked at each other every so often, intruders upon the family grief, waiting... waiting.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 357

'How're you feeling?' Ginny asked Ron, who was now staring into the dregs of milk at the bottom of his empty cereal bowl as though seriously considering attempting to drown himself in them.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 355

Even Fred has said that Ron might yet make him and George proud, and that they were seriously considering admitting he was related to them, something they assured him they had been trying to deny for four years. 

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 334

   'What's up with you, Hermione?'   She, too, was gazing at 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 at the rain-washed window.   'About Siri--- Snuffles?' said Harry.   'No... not exactly...' said Hermione slowly. 'More... wondering... I suppose we're doing the right thin... I think... aren't we?'   Harry and Ron looked at each other.   'Well, that clears that up,' said Ron. 'It would've been really annoying if you hadn't explained yourself properly.'

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 321

   Something collided hard with Harry's shoulder, knocking him sideways. A split second later he realised that Neville had just charged past him, heading straight for Malfoy.   'Neville, no!'   Harry leapt forward and seized the back of Neville's robes; Neville struggled frantically, his fists flailing, trying desperately to get at Malfoy who looked, for a moment, extremely shocked.   'Help me!' Harry flung at Ron, managing to get an arm around Neville's neck and dragging him backwards, away from the Slytherins. Crabbe and Goyle were flexing their arms as they stepped in front of Malfoy, ready for the fight. Ron seized Neville's arms, and together he and Harry succeeded in dragging Neville back into the Gryffindor line. Neville's face was scarlet; the pressure Harry was exerting on his throat rendered him quite incomprehensible, but odd words spluttered from his mouth.   'Not... funny... don't... Mungo's... show... him...'

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 311

   'Talking about Michael and Ginny... what about Cho and you?'   'What d'you mean?' said Harry quickly.   It was as though boiling water was rising rapidly inside him; a burning sensation that was causing his face to smart in the cold - had he been that obvious?   'Well,' said Hermione, smiling slightly, 'she just couldn't keep her eyes off you, could she?'   Harry had never before appreciated just how beautiful the village of Hogsmeade was.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 300

Two figures shrouded in hoods sat at a table in one of the windows; Harry might have thought them Dementors if they had not been talking in strong Yorkshire accents.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 292

   'You don't know what it's like! You - neither of you - you've never had to face him, have you? You think it's just memorising a bunch of spells and throwing them at him, like you're in class or something? The whole time you're sure you know there's nothing between you and dying except your own - your own brain or guts or whatever - like you can think straight when you know you're about a nanosecond from being murdered, or tortured, or watching your friends die - they've never taught us that in their classes, what it's like to deal with things like that - and you two sit there acting like I'm a clever little boy to be standing here, alive, like Diggory was stupid, like he messed up - you just don't get it.'

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 253

   Something brushed his ankles. He looked down and saw the caretaker's skeletal grey cat, Mrs Norris, slinking past him. She turned lamplike yellow eyes on him for a moment before disappearing behind a statue of Wilfred the Wistful.   'I'm not doing anything wrong,' Harry called after her. She had the unmistakeable air of a cat that was off to report to her boss, yet Harry could not see why.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 162

   Without warning, the scar on his forehead seared with pain again and his stomach churned horribly.   'Cut it out,' he said firmly, rubbing the scar as the pain receded.   'First sign of madness, talking to your own head,' said a sly voice from the empty picture on the wall.   Harry ignored it. He felt older than he had ever felt in his life and it seemed extraordinary to him that barely an hour ago he had been worried about a joke shop and who had got a prefect's badge.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 39

   'Back?' whispered Aunt Petunia.   She was looking at Harry as she had never looked at him before. And all of a sudden, for the very first time in his life, Harry fully appreciated that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister. He could not have said why this hit him so very powerfully at this moment. All he knew was that he was not the only person in the room who had an inkling of what Lord Voldemort being back might mean. Aunt Petunia had never in her life looked at him like that before. Her large, pale eyes (so unlike her sister's) were not narrowed in dislike or anger, they were wide and fearful. The furious pretence that Aunt Petunia had maintained all Harry's life - that there was no magic and no world other than the world she inhabited with Uncle Vernon - seemed to have fallen away.

HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE - J.K. ROWLING

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 718

   "You all righ'?" he said gruffly.   "Yeah," said Harry.   "No, yeh're not," said Hagrid. "'course yeh're not. But yeh will be."   Harry said nothing.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 714

Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her. His mother's face, his father's voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.