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“My room is like a bit of June,
Warm and close-curtained fold on fold,
But somewhere, like a homeless child,
My heart is crying in the cold.”
― Sara Teasdale, Love Songs

“Not that I’m not pleased to meet you,” said Harry quickly, “but, er, is there any particular reason you’re here?” “Oh, yes, sir,” said Dobby earnestly. “Dobby has come to tell you, sir . . . it is difficult, sir . . . Dobby wonders where to begin. . . .” “Sit down,” said Harry politely, pointing at the bed. To his horror, the elf burst into tears — very noisy tears. “S-sit down!” he wailed. “Never . . . never ever . . .” Harry thought he heard the voices downstairs falter. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean to offend you or anything —”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

“Harry … you don’t reckon it could’ve been Dumbledore?’ ‘Dumbledore what?”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“And it’s just like my father’s! I got his nose, his hair and his name. Not that that’s a great thing either. I mean – father-son issues, I have them. But, on the whole, I’d rather be a Malfoy than, you know, the son of the Dark Lord. SCORPIUS and ALBUS look at each other and something passes between them.”
― John Tiffany, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child