'' Harry, wait, I need to talk to you.''
'' Very well. I was bitten by a garden gnome only moments ago.''
'' Well, there’s Rowena Ravenclaw’s lost diadem.''
'' No. But I’ve done several toes, and how different are they, really?''
'' If not always in the way we expect.''
'' I see them too. You’re just as sane as I am.''
'' I’ve never been to this part of the castle. Well, not awake. I sleepwalk, you see. That’s why I wear shoes to bed.''
'' We fly, of course.''
'' Come, Daddy. Harry doesn’t wanna talk to us right now. He’s just too polite to say so.''
'' We should close his eyes. Don’t you think?''
'' That’s all right, it’s like being with a friend.''
'' Hello, Harry! Oh, I’ve interrupted a deep thought, haven’t I? I can see it growing smaller in your eyes.''
'' Harry Potter! You listen to me right now! Don’t you remember what Cho said about Rowena Ravenclaw’s diadem? There’s not a person alive whose seen it. It’s obvious isn’t it? You have to talk to someone whose dead.''
'' My mum. She was quite an extraordinary witch, but she did like to experiment, and one day, one of her spells went badly wrong. I was nine.''
'' We believe you, by the way. That He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back, and you fought him, and the Ministry and the Prophet are conspiring against you and Dumbledore.''
