“We'll be a bit cramped,” he called, “but I think we'll all squeeze in. Come and have a look.” Harry bent down, ducked under the tent flap, and felt his jaw drop. He had walked into what looked like a

He stopped there to enjoy the effect of these words. He could almost see the cogs working under Uncle Vernon's thick, dark, neatly parted hair. If he tried to stop Harry writing to Sirius, Sirius woul

“You're the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had!” said Harry. “Don't go!” Lupin shook his head and didn't speak. He carried on emptying his drawers. Then, while Harry was trying

Harry had never been part of a stranger group. Crookshanks led the way down the stairs; Lupin, Pettigrew, and Ron went next, looking like entrants in a six-legged race. Next came Professor Snape, drif

Hagrid swallowed. His eyes were darting all over the cabin as though looking for some shred of hope or comfort. “Dumbledore's gonna come down while it — while it happens. Wrote me this mornin'. Said h

“Bye!” Harry called to Ron. “See you when you get back!” Ron grinned and winked. Harry hurried up to the third floor, slipping the Marauder's Map out of his pocket as he went. Crouching behind the one

“Yeah, I suppose so,” said Harry. “I'd better put it upstairs.” “I'll take it!” said Ron eagerly. “I've got to give Scabbers his rat tonic.” He took the Firebolt and, holding it as if it were made of

“So Black was the Potters’ Secret-Keeper?” whispered Madam Rosmerta. “Naturally,” said Professor McGonagall. “James Potter told Dumbledore that Black would die rather than tell where they were, that B

“Oh, my —” Hermione grabbed Harry's arm. The Fat Lady had vanished from her portrait, which had been slashed so viciously that strips of canvas littered the floor; great chunks of it had been torn awa

This was more than Harry had bargained for. He was used to a broomstick; but he wasn't sure a Hippogriff would be quite the same. “Yeh climb up there, jus’ behind the wing joint,” said Hagrid, “an’ mi