We’re All Going To Keep Fighting, Harry.

We Slytherins Are Brave, Yes, But Not Stupid. For Instance, Given The Choice, We Will Always Choose To Save Our Own Necks.

Let My Girls Be Hermiones, Rather Than Pansy Parkinsons.

You Are — Truly Your Father’s Son, Harry. . . .

The Best Of Us Must Sometimes Eat Our Words.

The Silence Was Unbearable To Him. If The Pictures Could Have Reflected The Feelings Inside Him, They Would Have Been Screaming In Pain.