Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my 'furry little problem' in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit.

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.

Your devotion is nothing more than cowardice. You would not be here if you had anywhere else to go.

Harry: "And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?” Ron: “Throw it away and punch him on the nose.

Pity you can't attach an extra arm to your [broom], Malfoy. Then it could catch the Snitch for you.

He put his foot on one pedal, scooted a few yards and swung his other leg over the saddle. He soared left into the vertiginously sloping hillside road and sped, without touching his brakes ... The hedgerows and sky blurred; he imagined himself in a velodrome as the wind whipped his hair clean...

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.