Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life. The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.
Chess was the only thing Hermione ever lost at, something Harry and Ron thought was very good for her.
Harry could have laughed out loud with relief. He was safe. There was simply no way that Snape would dare try to hurt him if Dumbledore was watching.
[Harry] couldn’t ever remember feeling happier. He’d really done something to be proud of now – no one could say he was just a famous name anymore.