Decent people are so easy to manipulate, Potter.

Training for the ballet, Potter?" yelled Malfoy.

Don't count your owls before they are delivered.

But I was the most unashamed lone parent you were ever going to meet.

Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb.

Perhaps you have been looking in the wrong places.

Harry felt winded, as though he had just walked into something heavy. He had last seen those cool gray eyes through slits in a Death Eater’s hood, and last heard that man’s voice jeering in a dark graveyard while Lord Voldemort tortured him. He could not believe that Lucius Malfoy dared look him in the face; he could not believe that he was here, in the Ministry of Magic, or that Cornelius Fudge was talking to him, when Harry had told Fudge mere weeks ago that Malfoy was a Death Eater.