Andrea Marshall

“It's alright" said a dreamy voice from beside Harry as Ron vanished into the coach's dark interior. "You're not going mad or anything. I can see them too."
"Can you?" said Harry desperately, turning to Luna. He could see the bat-winged horses reflected in her wide, silvery eyes.
"Oh yes," said Luna, "I've been able to see them since my first year here. They've always pulled the carriages. Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am."
Smiling faintly, she climbed into the musty interior of the carriage after Ron. Not altogether reassured, Harry followed her.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“Well?” said Professor McGonagall, rounding on him. “Is this true?” “Is what true?” Harry asked, rather more aggressively than he had intended. “Professor?” he added in an attempt to sound more polite. “Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?” “Yes,” said Harry. “You called her a liar?” “Yes.” “You told her He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back?” “Yes.” Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, frowning at Harry. Then she said, “Have a biscuit, Potter.” “Have — what?” “Have a biscuit,” she repeated impatiently, indicating a tartan tin of cookies lying on top of one of the piles of papers on her desk.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“Harry could not stand this, he could not stand being Harry anymore... He had never felt more trapped inside his own head and body, never wished so intensely that he could be somebody — anybody — else...”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“He was finding it hard at the moment to decide whether he wanted to be with people or not.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix