Sirius — It’s Me . . .

We’re All Going To Keep Fighting, Harry. You Know That?

And Do I Look Like The Kind Of Man That Can Be Intimidated?" Barked Uncle Vernon. "well..." Said Moody, Pushing Back His Bowler Hat To Reveal His Sinisterly Revolving Eye. Uncle Vernon Lept Backward In Horror And Collided Painfully With A Luggage Trolley. "yes, I'd Have To Say You Do, Dursley.

Lily And James Only Made You Secret-keeper Because I Suggested It,” Black Hissed, So Venomously That Pettigrew Took A Step Backward. “i Thought It Was The Perfect Plan... A Bluff... Voldemort Would Be Sure To Come After Me, Would Never Dream They’d Use A Weak, Talentless Thing Like You... It Must Have Been The Finest Moment Of Your Miserable Life, Telling Voldemort You Could Hand Him The Potters.

The Knowledge That You Have Emerged Wiser And Stronger From Setbacks Means That You Are, Ever After, Secure In Your Ability To Survive. You Will Never Truly Know Yourself, Or The Strength Of Your Relationships, Until Both Have Been Tested By Adversity. Such Knowledge Is A True Gift, For All That It Is Painfully Won, And It Has Been Worth More Than Any Qualification I Ever Earned.

Scrimgeour: "it's Time You Learned Some Respect!" Harry: "it's Time You Earned It.