— Yeah, c'mon, Ron. We'll walk you off the Astronomy Tower and see how you come out looking.
— Probably a right sight better than he normally does.
— Hey! She's only interested in you because she thinks you're the Chosen One.
— But I am the Chosen One. Sorry... kidding!
Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs offer their compliments to Professor Snape and... and request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
— My wand! Look at my wand!
— Be thankful it's not your neck.
— Exactly how did you get out of the castle, Harry?
— Through the front door sir.
— That even though we've got a fight ahead of us... we've got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have.
— Yeah?
— Something worth fighting for.
Albus Severus Potter. You were named after two Headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin. And he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.
β Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Maybe if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch, maybe one of you would be on time.
β We got lost.
β Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.
Mr. Weasley, why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me?
Love blinds. We have both tried to give our sons, not what they needed, but what we needed. Weβve been so busy trying to rewrite our own pasts, weβve blighted their present.