The thing about growing up with Fred and George is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.

IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU, HARRY!

They're working from within to bring down the Ministry of Magic using a combination of Dark magic and gum disease.

Well, we find we appreciate you more and more, Mum, now we're washing our own socks.

No, he is not very happy with me, either. We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on.

P-P-Petunia!

NEVER- INSULT- ALBUS- DUMBLEDORE- IN- FRONT- OF- ME!

Always.

Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was?

We could all have been killed- or worse, expelled.

That wand's more trouble than it's worth. And quite honestly, I've had enough trouble for a lifetime.

Pathetic. Pathetic! With the whole wide world of ear-related humor before you, you go for holey?

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

You ever thought of a career as an Auror, Potter?

All right, all right, we'll have time for a cozy catch-up later!

I don't think you're a waste of space.

They went for Filch first, and everyone knows I'm almost a Squib.

This'll liven you up, Padfoot. Look who it is.

Leave him ALONE!

Wotcher, Harry.

You must not hurt Harry Potter.

Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight!

I won't! I won't be in Slytherin!

Herm-own-ninny.

I really like you, Harry...