'' Th-there’s um… the Cruciatus Curse.''
'' Hey, losers. He isn’t here.''
'' What’s wrong, Harry? You seem a little tense! ''
'' You were right, never better. I feel like I can spit fire.''
'' Fred, Remus, Tonks… they didn’t die in vain. But YOU will. ‘Cause you’re wrong! Harry’s heart did beat for us! For all of us! It’s not over! ''
'' It doesn’t matter that Harry’s gone. People die every day. Friends, family. Yeah, we still lost Harry tonight. He’s still with us, in here.''
'' Well, there’s some debate among herbologists about its effectiveness in fresh water as opposed to salt water…''
'' Only problem is, I can’t remember what I’ve forgotten.''
'' You and whose army?''
''You know, if you’re interested in plants, you should use Goshawk’s Guide To Herbology. There’s someone in Tibet who’s growing gravity resistant trees…''
'' Never better! I feel like I could spit fire! You haven’t seen Luna have you?''
'' I don’t know about turnips, but you could always use gillyweed.''
'' Fourteen years ago, a Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange used the Crutiatus Curse on my parents. She tortured them for information, but they never gave in. I’m quite proud to be their son. But I’m not sure I’m ready for everyone to know just yet.''
'' I’m mad for her. I think it’s about time I told her, since we’ll probably both be dead by dawn! ''
