Power was my weakness and my temptation.
I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost . . . but still, I was alive.
But I was willing to embrace mortal life again, before chasing immortality.
Potter! There are hundreds of people thundering through my pub!
She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn't see it in themselves.
Prongs rode again last night... You know, Harry, in a way, you did see your father last night... You found him inside yourself.