Quotes from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

When dreaming we enter a world, that's entirely our own.

A child's voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who've forgotten how to listen.

I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him.

This may bring her number of actual predictions to two... I should give her a raise.

You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no... anything. There's no chance at all of recovery. You'll just exist. As an empty shell.

The ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them in here.

"I'll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I'll call you. I know how to use a fellytone now."
"A telephone, Ron," said Hermione. "Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year."

Honestly, am I the only person who's ever bothered to read "Hogwarts, A History"?

Don't let the Muggles get you down!

I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.

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

You are truly your father’s son, Harry.

Hermione: "I don't think anyone should ride that broom just yet!"
Ron: "What d'you think Harry's going to do with it - sweep the floor?"

"I frequently act as though I am not possessed of the Inner Eye, so as not to make others nervous."
"That explains a great deal," said Professor McGonagall tartly.

"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. Weasley.
"Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you-"

Harry and Ron both made furious moves towards Malfoy, but Hermione got there first - SMACK!
She had slapped Malfoy around the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.
"Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul - you evil -"

"Er - how are the flobberworms?"
"Dead," said Hagrid gloomily. "Too much lettuce."
"Oh no!" said Ron, his lip twitching.

"What would it have been for you?" said Ron sn*ggering. "A piece of homework that got nine out of ten?"

You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in.

Remus Lupin: "Severus, don't be a fool!"
Sirius Black: "He can't help it Remus, it's bound to be a habit by now."

Brilliant, Snape. Once again you put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and, as usual, come to the wrong conclusion.

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," sighed George, patting the heading of the map. "We owe them so much."
"Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of lawbreakers," said Fred solemnly.

"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."

"What do we want to be Prefects for?" said George, looking revolted at the very idea. "It’d take all the fun out of life."

"The Ministry's providing a couple of cars," said Mr Weasley. Everyone looked up at him.
"Why?" said Percy curiously.
"It's because of you, Perce," said George seriously. "And there'll be little flags on the bonnets, with HB on them -"
"- for Humungous Bighead," said Fred. Everyone except Percy and Mrs Weasley snorted into their pudding.

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

Normally, I have a very sweet disposition as a dog. In fact more than once, James suggested that I make the change permanent. The tail I could live with. But the fleas. they're murder.

Draco: "Got plenty of special features, hasn't it? Shame it doesn't come with a parachute - in case you get too near a Dementor."
Harry: "Pity you can't attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy. Then it could catch the Snitch for you."

Just so you know, Harry. I think you would have given your father a run for his money. And that is saying something.

Harry: "You're going to have 'trials and suffering' - sorry about that - but there's a thing that could be the sun... hang on... that means 'great happiness'... so you're going to suffer but be very happy."
Ron: "You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me."

"Have either of you seen my copy of Numerology and Gramatica?"
"Oh, yeah, I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading," said Ron, but very quietly.

"Would anyone like me to help interpret the shadowy realms within their orb?"
"I don't need help," Ron whispered. "It’s obvious what this means. There’s going to be loads of fog tonight."

Hagrid howled still more loudly. Harry and Hemione looked at Ron to help them.
"Er - shall I make a cup of tea? It's what my mum does whenever someone's upset."

I just didn't think my dad would have wanted his best friends to become killers. Besides, dead, the truth dies with him. Alive, you're free.

Mysterious thing, time. Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous.

If being good at Divination means I have to pretend to see death omens in a lump of tea leaves, I'm not sure I'll be studying it much longer!

How extraordinary like your father you are, Potter. He, too, was exceedingly arrogant. A small amount of talent on the Quidditch pitch made him think he was a cut above the rest of us, too. Strutting around the place with his friends and admirers... the resemblance between you is uncanny.

It's beautiful, isn't it? I'll never forget the first time I walked through those doors.

Harry, James wouldn't have wanted me killed! Your dad... your dad would have spared me! He would shown me mercy!

As long as the Secret-Keeper refused to speak, You-Know-Who could search the village where Lily and James were staying for years and never find them, not even if he had his nose pressed against their sitting room window!

He's the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had.

"Harry, this is no time to be a gentleman!" Wood roared as Harry swerved to avoid collision. "Knock her off her broom if you have to!"

"Yeah, we'll call you," muttered Ron as the knight disappeared, "If we ever need someone mental."

Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs.

Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle - Flint alongside her - poke him in the eye, Angelina - it was a joke, professor, it was a joke.

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

Ron: "I dreamed I was buying new shoes last night. What d'ya think that's gonna mean?"
Harry: "Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something."

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

If you want to see the true measure of a man, watch how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

"Follow the spiders"... Why spiders? Why couldn't it be "follow the butterflies"?

Lily: "You've been so brave."
James: "You are nearly there. Very close. We are... so proud of you."

You're the weak one. And you'll never know love, or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.

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