I love a lot of stuff, but...

Teacher: If you had to leave with only two things, the only ones you could take with you, knowing that the rest of them would surely be destroyed, what would you take?
Friend: Um, does that actually say "Birth certificate and Harry Potter books"?
Me: Er... maybe?

It appears that I love Harry Potter. Hah, yeah I really do. I've been reading them since I was a little one, and I still think they're bloody great. I love making fun of them, and talking about them non-stop. No, I'm not a fantard (well, maybe in my own special way), and I think the worst thing about DH coming out was that I couldn't discuss all of my theories with all of my friends. Hah, they all turned out to be true. Ultimate!

Man, I've lurked this site for ages. Well, my other interests include Pirates, well-done steak with pepper sauce, and complaining about things that don't suit me. I loooove funny comics, and anything humorous in general.

Oh, and I almost forgot:

"What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrel is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows."

'Fred and George, however, found all this very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting, "Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..." '

"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 seized her hand too. "How really corking to see you-"

"Molly! I've got to ask you your question first!"
"Arthur, really, this is just silly..."
"What do you like me to call you when we're alone together?"
Even by the dim light of the lantern Harry could tell that Mrs. Weasley had turned bright red; he himself felt suddenly warm around the ears and neck, and hastily gulped soup, clattering his spoon as loudly as he could against the bowl.
"Mollywobbles," whispered a mortified Mrs. Weasley into the crack at the edge of the door.

"What are you doing with all those books anyway?" Ron asked.
"Just trying to decide which ones to take with us," said Hermione. When we're looking for the Horcruxes."
"Oh, of course," said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library."

Oh, and

"NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH"

Heh heh heh.