Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young…
Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor way to repay them — gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic tricks.
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 think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?
You may wear that scar like a crown, Potter, but it is not up to a seventeen-year-old boy to tell me how to do my job! It’s time you learned some respect!
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.