The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters.

You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts...but you cannot deny he's got style.

Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind that neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his whole life.

Harry constantly repeated Dumbledore's final words to himself. "I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me. ... Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it. "But what good were these words? Who exactly were they supposed to ask for help, when everyone was just as confused and scared as they were?

The Chamber Of Secrets had been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware.

NO!” The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.

Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain.