Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realize that love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign… to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.
You haven’t got a letter on yours. I suppose she thinks you don’t forget your name. But we’re not stupid — we know we’re called Gred and Forge.
The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.
It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.