You're A Wizard, Harry.

At Fourteen, You Really Do Start Realising That The World Is Not A Safe And Protected Place Or Not Always.

He Read The Letter Again, But Could Not Take In Any More Meaning Than He Had Done The First Time And Was Reduced To Staring At The Handwriting Itself. She Had Made Her G's The Same Way He Did : He Searched Through The Letter For Every One Of Them, And Each Felt Like A Friendly Little Wave Glimpsed From Behind A Veil. The Letter Was An Incredible Treasure, Proof That Lily Potter Had Lived, Really Lived, That Her Warm Hand Had Once Moved Across This Parchment, Tracing Ink Into These Letters, These Words, Words About Him, Harry, Her Son.

If You Made A Better Rat Than A Human, It’s Not Much To Boast About, Peter.

You Will Find That I Will Only Truly Have Left This School When None Here Are Loyal To Me.

I Was Ripped From My Body, I Was Less Than Spirit, Less Than The Meanest Ghost . . . But Still, I Was Alive.