Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

2003 fantasy novel by J. K. Rowling
For the 2007 film adaptation, see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (film).

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is the fifth book in the Harry Potter series, written by J.K. Rowling. It was first published in 2003.

Cho Chang

  • [When cornering Harry under a Mistletoe] I really like you, Harry...

Albus Dumbledore

  • There is a time for speech-making, but this is not it. Tuck in!
  • Youth can not know how age thinks and feels, but old men are guilty, if they forget what it was to be young. And I seem to have forgotten, lately...
  • I have absolutely no intention of being sent to Azkaban. I could break out, of course - but what a waste of time, and frankly, I can think of a whole host of things I would rather be doing.
  • There is a room in the Department of Mysteries that is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than the forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of many subjects for study that reside there. It is the power held within that room that you possess in such quantities and which Voldemort has not at all. That power took you to save Sirius tonight. That power also saved you from possession by Voldemort, because he could not bear to reside in a body so full of the force he detests. In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.
  • Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.
  • "It meant that the only person who has the chance of conquering Lord Voldemort for good was born at the end of July nearly sixteen years ago. This boy would be born to parents who have already defied Voldemort three times."
  • "The odd thing is, Harry, that it may not have meant you at all. Sybil's prophecy could have referred to wizard boys; both born at the end of July that year, both sets of parents' in the Order of the Phoenix, both sets of parents having defied Voldemort three times. One, of course, was you, the other was Neville Longbottom."
  • "The official record was relabeled after Voldemort's attack on you as a child. It seemed clear to the keeper of the Hall of Prophecy that Voldemort could only have tried to kill you because he knew you to be the one to whom Sybil was referring."
  • "I am afraid...that there is no doubt that it is you."
  • "He heard only the first part; the part foretelling a boy born to parents' who have thrice defied Voldemort. Consequently, he could not warn his master that to attack you was to risk transferring power to you. So Voldemort never knew that there might be danger in attacking you, that it might be wise to wait or to learn more. He did know that you would have "power the Dark Lord knows not."

Sirius Black

  • Of course, he might have crawled into the airing cupboard and died... but I mustn't get my hopes up.
  • Keep muttering and I will be a murderer! [To Kreacher, calling Sirius a murderer to himself.]
  • [Kreacher- ...the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black-] And it's getting blacker everyday! It's filthy!
  • [To Kreacher, and taken very literally] GET OUT!
  • We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

Hermione Granger

  • Thanks for the book Harry! I've been wanting that New Theory of Numerology for ages! And that perfume is really unusual, Ron.
  • You … this isn't a criticism, Harry! But you do … sort of … I mean... don't you think you've got a bit of a saving-people thing?
  • Ron, you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet.
  • Ron, just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have.
  • [On how Ginny's flying and seeking abilities were so good] She's been breaking into your broom shed in the garden since the age of six and taking each of your brooms out in turn when you weren't looking.
  • But there are twenty-eight of us and none of us is an Animagus, so we wouldn't need so much an Invisibility Cloak as an Invisibility Marquee.

Luna Lovegood

  • You can laugh! But people used to believe that there were no such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack.
  • [To Harry, about the Thestrals] I've been able to see them ever since my first day here. Don't worry, you're just as sane as I am.
  • Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.
    • Ch. 10

Remus Lupin

  • There's nothing you can do, Harry... nothing... he's gone.

Minerva McGonagall

  • [talking to Peeves who was trying to sabotage a chandelier] It unscrews the other way.
  • Well, usually when a person shakes their head, they mean 'no.' So unless Miss Edgecombe is using a form of sign language as yet unknown to humans --
  • I wonder, how you can expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me? You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking.
  • [talking to Umbridge] I should have made my meaning plainer. He has achieved high marks in all Defense Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher.
  • Are you quite sure you wouldn't like a cough drop, Dolores?
  • Dean Thomas, if you do that to the mouse again I shall put you in detention.

Severus Snape

  • Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked so easily - weak people in other words-...
  • The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure.
  • [Talking to Umbridge, who is demanding he provide a bottle of truth serum to interrogate Harry] I have already told you, I have no further stocks of Veritaserum. Unless you wish to poison Potter- and I can assure you I would have the greatest sympathy if you did- I cannot help you. The only trouble is that most venoms act too swiftly to give the victim much in the way of time for truth telling.
  • Crabbe, loosen your hold a little. If Longbottom suffocates, it means a tedious amount of paperwork and I do have to mention it on your reference if you ever apply for a job.

Sybil Trelawney

  • "I think I do see something!! Something that concerns you. I see something, something dark. Some gave peril. I am afraid...I am afraid that you are in grave danger."

(The prophecy, sixteen years ago)

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches
Born to those who have thrice defied him
Born as the seventh month dies
And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal
But he will have power the Dark Lord knows not
And either must die at the hand of the other
For neither can live while the other survives
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord
Will be born as the seventh month dies

Harry Potter

  • (During his Divination OWL) He might as well have tried to see moving pictures on the desktop as in the stubbornly blank crystal ball; he lost his head completely during tea-leaf reading, saying it looked to him as though Professor Marchbanks would shortly be meeting a round, dark, soggy stranger, and rounded off the whole fiasco by mixing up the life and head lines on her palm and informing her that she ought to have died the previous Tuesday.
  • (After being mocked by Dudley) What d'you mean I'm not brave?
  • That's what they should teach us here how girls' brains work ... it'd be more useful than Divination, anyway ...
  • "It means...me?"
  • "But he might have chosen wrong. He might have marked the wrong person."
  • "The end of the prophecy. It was something about...neither can live...
  • "So...does that mean that one of us has got to destroy the other in the end?"
  • "But I don't!! I haven't any powers he hasn't got!! I couldn't fight the way he did tonight!! I can't possess people or kill them!!"

Nymphadora Tonks

  • Very clean, aren't they, these Muggles? My dad's Muggle-born and he's a right old slob. I suppose it varies, just as it does with wizards?
  • Ah well...wand still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on? OK, let's go. Locomotor trunk.
  • If you shout his name I will curse you into oblivion.

Dolores Umbridge

  • I'm sure I must have misunderstood you, Professor Dumbledore, so silly of me. But it sounded for a teensy moment as though you were suggesting that the Ministry of Magic had ordered an attack on this boy!
  • Hem! Hem!
  • Your hand is not up, Miss Granger!
  • The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue.
  • The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance.The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills unique to the wizarding community must be passed down the generations lest we lose them forever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching. Every headmaster and headmistress of Hogwarts have brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic school, and that is as it should be, for without progress there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progress's sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation because some changes will be for the better, while others will come, in the fullness of time, to be recognised as errors of judgment. Meanwhile, some old habits will be retained, and rightly so, whereas others, outmoded and outworn, must be abandoned. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited.
  • I will have order!
  • Tut! Tut!

Tom Riddle

  • [Voldemort to Dumbledore] “You do not seek to kill me, Dumbledore?" called Voldemort ... "Above such brutality, are you?"

"We both know that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom," Dumbledore said calmly ... "Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I admit-" "There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore! ... "You are quite wrong ... Indeed, your failure to understand that there are things worse than death has always been your greatest weakness...”

Fred Weasley

  • Give her hell from us, Peeves.

George Weasley

  • We thought we heard your moans.

Ron Weasley

  • (Looking into crystal ball) "It’s obvious what this means. There’s going to be loads of fog tonight."
  • “Aaaaah,” said Ron, imitating Professor Trelawney’s mystical whisper, “when two Neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born, Harry…”
  • One person can't feel all that at once, they'd explode.
  • From now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell, 'Die, Ron, die,' I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong.
  • We've got about as much chance of winning the Quidditch cup this year as dad's got of becoming Minister of Magic.…
  • Hermione, we've been through this before.… We're not going through every exam afterward; it's bad enough doing them once.
  • [talking to Zacharias Smith] Here's an idea, why don't you shut your mouth?!
  • You should write a book. Translating mad things girls do so boys can understand them.
  • Shut your face.


Draco Malfoy: You’re dead, Potter.
Harry Potter: Funny, you’d think I’d have stopped walking around…

Albus Dumbledore: It was foolish of you to come here tonight Tom. The Aurors are on their way.
Lord Voldemort: By which time I shall be gone, and you shall be dead.

Dolores Umbridge: Let me make this quite plain. You have been told that a certain Dark Wizard is at large once again. This is a lie.
Harry Potter: It's not a lie! I saw him. I fought him.
Dolores Umbridge: [shouting] Detention, Mr. Potter!
Harry Potter: So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord.
Dolores Umbridge: Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident.
Harry Potter: [angrily] It was murder! Voldemort killed him! You must know!
Dolores Umbridge: [shouting] ENOUGH!!! Enough. See me later, Mr. Potter. My office.

Minerva McGonagall: Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?
Harry Potter: Yes.
Minerva McGonagall: You called her a liar?
Harry Potter: Yes.
Minerva McGonagall: You told her He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back?
Harry Potter: Yes.
Minerva McGonagall: Have a biscuit, Potter.

Albus Dumbledore: I know how you're feeling, Harry.
Harry Potter: No, you don't.
Phineas Nigellus: You see, Dumbledore? Never try to understand the students. They hate it. They would rather be tragically misunderstood, wallow in self-pity, stew in their own-
Albus Dumbledore: That's enough, Phineas.

[Regarding Thestrals]
Luna Lovegood: It's all right. You're not going mad or anything. I can see them, too.
Harry Potter: Can you?
Luna Lovegood: Oh, yes. I've been able to see them ever since my first day here. They've always pulled the carriages. Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am.

Phineas Nigellus: I have a message for you from Albus Dumbledore.
Harry Potter: What is it?
Phineas: Stay where you are.
Harry: I haven't moved! So what's the message?
Phineas: I have just given it to you, dolt. Stay where you are.
Harry: Why? Why does he want me to stay? What else did he say?
Phineas: Nothing whatsoever.
Harry: So that's it, is it? [loudly] "Stay where you are"? That's all anyone could tell me after I got attacked by those dementors too. Just stay put while the grown-ups sort it out, Harry! We won't bother telling you anything, though, because your tiny little brain won't be able to cope with it!
Phineas: You know, this is precisely why I loathed being a teacher! Young people are so infernally convinced that they are absolutely right about everything. Has it not occurred to you, my poor puffed-up popinjay that there might be an excellent reason why the headmaster of Hogwarts is not confiding every tiny detail of his plans to you? Have you never paused, while feeling hard-done-by, to note that following Dumbledore's orders has never yet lead you into harm? No. No, like all young people, you are quite sure that you alone feel and think, you alone recognise danger, you alone are the only one clever enough to realise what the Dark Lord may be planning-
Harry: He is planning something to do with me, then?
Phineas: Did I say that? Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than listening to adolescent agonising... good-day to you.

Phineas Nigellus: Oh, no, Dumbledore, I am too tired tonight.
Fortescue: Insubordination, Sir! Dereliction of duty!
Armando Dippet: We are honour-bound to give service to the present Headmaster of Hogwarts!
Gimlet-eyed witch: Shall I persuade him, Dumbledore? [raising an unusually thick wand]
Phineas: Oh very well. [eyeing the wand with mild apprehension]

Hermione Granger: Harry, don't go picking a row with Malfoy, don't forget, he's a prefect now, he could make life difficult for you....
Harry Potter: [Extremely sarcastic] Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life?

Dolores Umbridge: Potter has as much chance of becoming an Auror as Dumbledore has of ever returning to this school.
Minerva McGonagall: A very good chance, then.

Ginny Weasley: And you won't look at any of us!
Harry Potter: It's you lot who won't look at me!
Hermione Granger: Maybe you're taking it in turns to look, and keep missing each other.

Mrs. Weasley: I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!
George Weasley: What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?

Ron Weasley: And what's that supposed to be?!
Portrait: 'Tis a most grievous affliction of the skin, young master, that will leave you pockmarked and more gruesome even than you are now-
Ron Weasley: Watch who you're calling gruesome!
Portrait: The only remedy is to take the liver of a toad, bind it tight about your throat, and stand naked at the full moon in a barrel of eels' eyes-
Ron Weasley: I have not got spattergroit!
Portrait: But the unsightly blemishes upon your visage, young master-
Ron Weasley: They're freckles! Now get back in your own picture and leave me alone!

Ron Weasley: I had a dream about Quidditch last night. What do you think that means?
Harry Potter: Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something.

George Weasley: We could try Fever Fudge, no one's seen that yet-
Ron Weasley: Does it work?
Fred Weasley: Well, yeah, your temperature'll go right up-
George Weasley: -but you get these massive pus-filled boils too, and we haven't worked out how to get rid of them yet.
Ron Weasley: I can't see any boils.
Fred Weasley: No, well you wouldn't, they're not in a place we generally display to the public-
George Weasley: -but they make sitting on a broom a right pain in the-
Angelina Johnson: All right, everyone, listen up!

Uncle Vernon: What were you doing under our window, boy?
Harry Potter: Listening to the news.
Uncle Vernon: Listening to the news! Again?
Harry: Well, it changes every day, you see.

Cornelius Fudge: You will now be escorted back to the Ministry, where you will be formally charged, then sent to Azkaban to await trial!
Albus Dumbledore: Ah. Yes. Yes, I thought we might hit that little snag.
Cornelius Fudge: Snag? I see no snag, Dumbledore!
Albus Dumbledore: Well, I'm afraid I do.
Cornelius Fudge: Oh, really?
Albus Dumbledore: Well - it's just that you seem to be labouring under the delusion that I am going to- what is the phrase? - come quietly. I am afraid I am not going to come quietly at all, Cornelius. I have absolutely no intention of being sent to Azkaban. I could break out, of course - but what a waste of time, and frankly, I can think of a whole host of things I would rather be doing.

[After Dumbledore overcomes the Minister for Magic, Dolores Umbridge and two other Aurors, and escapes]
Phineas Nigellus Black: You know, Minister... I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts... but you can't deny he's got style. . . .

Ron Weasley: You know what? We could order anything we liked in here, I bet that bloke would sell us anything, he wouldn't care. I've always wanted to try firewhiskey-
Hermione Granger: You - are - a - prefect!
Ron Weasley: Oh. Yeah.

Fred Weasley: Give her hell from us, Peeves.
Narrator: And Peeves, who Harry had never seen take an order from a student before swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset.

Fred Weasley: Do mine ears deceive me? Hogwarts prefects surely don't wish to skive off lessons?
Ron Weasley: Look what we've got today. That's the worst Monday I've ever seen.
Fred Weasley: Fair point, little bro. You can have a bit of Nosebleed Nougat cheap if you like.
Ron Weasley: Why's it cheap?
George Weasley: 'Cause you'll keep bleeding till you shrivel up, we haven't got an antidote yet.
Ron Weasley: Cheers, but I think I'll take the lessons.

Ron Weasley: Hope this clears up... What's up with you, Hermione?
Hermione Granger: Just thinking...
Harry Potter: About Siri... Snuffles?
Hermione Granger: No... not exactly... More... wondering... I suppose we're doing the right thing... I think... aren't we?
Ron Weasley: Well, that clears that up. It would have been really annoying if you hadn't explained yourself properly.

Hermione Granger: There was some important stuff hidden in the waffle.
Ron Weasley.: Was there?
Hermione Granger: How about: "progress for progress's sake must be discouraged"? How about: "pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited"?
Ron Weasley: Well, what does that mean?
Hermione Granger: I'll tell you what it means. It means the Ministry's interfering at Hogwarts.

Hermione Granger: They were bound to clear you. There was no case against you, none at all...
Harry Potter: Everyone seems quite relieved, though, considering they all knew I'd get off.
Fred, George, and Ginny Weasley: [doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went] He got off, he got off, he got off--


  • It was quite something to hear “O Come, All Ye Faithful” sung by an empty helmet that only knew half the words. Several times, Filch the caretaker had to extract Peeves from inside the armor, where he had taken to hiding, filling in the gaps in the songs with lyrics of his own invention, all of which were very rude.
  • Fred and George had made sure no one was likely to forget them any time soon. For a start, they had not left instructions on how to remove the swamp that now filled the corridor on the fifth floor of the east wing. Umbridge and Filch had been observed trying different means of removing it but without success. Eventually the area was roped off and Filch, gnashing his teeth furiously, was given the task of punting students across it to their classrooms. Harry had the strong suspicion teachers like McGonagall and Flitwick could have removed the swamp in an instant, but as in the case of the Wildfire Whizzbangs, they preferred to watch Umbridge struggle.
  • Filch prowled the corridors with a horsewhip ready in hand, desperate to catch miscreants, but the problem was that there were now so many of them he never knew which way to turn.
  • Not even the users of the Snackboxes could compete with that master of chaos, Peeves, who seemed to have taken Fred's parting words deeply to heart. Cackling madly, he soared through the school, upending tables, bursting out of blackboards, toppling statues and vases; twice he shut Mrs. Norris inside a suit of armour from which she was rescued, yowling loudly, by the furious caretaker. Peeves smashed lanterns and snuffed out candles, juggled burning torches over the heads of screaming students, caused neatly stacked piles of parchment to topple into fires or out of windows; flooded the second floor when he pulled off all the taps in the bathrooms, dropped a bad of tarantulas in the middle of the Great Hall during breakfast and, whenever he fancied a break, spent hours at a time floating along after Umbridge and blowing loud raspberries every time she spoke.
  • None of the staff but Filch seemed to be stirring themselves to help [Umbridge]. Indeed, a week after Fred and George's departure, Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves, who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier, and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, 'It unscrews the other way.'
  • [the scars on Harry's hand read:] I must not tell lies and he refers to it when umbridge tell him to tell the centaurs I mean no harm.
  • Notes: Harry pointedly refers to these scars in later books when arguing with The Minister of Magic.
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