J.K. Rowling

Ah, well. People can be a bit stupid about their pets.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?

Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first — SMACK!

She had slapped Malfoy across the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.

There's enough filth on my robes without you touching them.

The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.

If you made a better rat than a human Peter, that's not much to boast about.

I'm not blamin' yeh … but I gotta tell yeh, I thought you two'd value yer friend more'n broomsticks or rats. Tha's all.

Oh, come now, Harry, the Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts.

And they didn't desert me at all. Instead, they did something for me that would make my transformations not only bearable, but the best times of my life. They became Animagi.

Now, my three friends could hardly fail to notice that I disappeared once a month. I made up all sorts of stories. I told them my mother was ill, and that I had to go home to see her... I was terrified they would desert me the moment they found out what I was. But of course, they, like you, Hermione, worked out the truth...

Ah, of course, there is no need to say any more, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?

Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor way to repay them - gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic tricks.