I Like A Quiet Life, You Know

Lily And James Only Made You Secret-keeper Because I Suggested It,” Black Hissed, So Venomously That Pettigrew Took A Step Backward. “i Thought It Was The Perfect Plan... A Bluff... Voldemort Would Be Sure To Come After Me, Would Never Dream They’d Use A Weak, Talentless Thing Like You... It Must Have Been The Finest Moment Of Your Miserable Life, Telling Voldemort You Could Hand Him The Potters.

So That's Little Scorpious. Make Sure You Beat Him In Every Test, Rosie. Thank God You've Inherited Your Mother's Brains.

The Inner Eye Does Not See Upon Command.

Curious Indeed How These Things Happen. The Wand Chooses The Wizard, Remember...i Think We Must Expect Great Things From You, Mr. Potter... After All, He-who-must-not-be-named Did Great Things — Terrible, Yes, But Great.

Her Voice Was Now So Shrill Only Bats Would Be Able To Hear It Soon, But She Had Reached A Level Of Indignation That Rendered Her Temporarily Speechless.