"Would you like me to [kill you] now?"asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. "Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?"
"So that's little Scorpious. Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank god you've inherited your mother's brains."
"Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears."After all this time?""Always,"said Snape."
"She picked up the book and then walked back past him into the tent, but as she did so, she brushed the top of his head lightly with her hand. He closed his eyes at her touch, and hated himself for wishing that what she said was true: that Dumbledore had really cared."
"Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain."
"We did it, we bashed them wee Potter's the one, and Voldy's gone moldy, so now let's have fun!"