Peggy

“But...surely you know where your nephew is going?' she asked, looking bewildered.
'Certainly we know,' said Vernon Dursley. 'He's off with some of your lot, isn't he?
Right, Dudley, let's get in the car, you heard the man, we're in a hurry.'
Again, Vernon Dursley marched as far as the front door, but Dudley did not follow.
'Off with some of our lot?'
Hestia looked outraged. Harry had met the attitude before: witches and wizards seemed stunned that his closest living family took so little interest in the famous Harry Potter.
'It's fine,' Harry assured her. 'It doesn't matter, honestly.'
'Doesn't matter?' repeated Hestia, her voice rising ominously.
'Don't these people realise what you've been through? What danger you are in? The unique position you hold in the hearts of the anti-Voldemort movement?
'Er - no, they don't,' said Harry. 'They think I'm a waste of space, actually, but I'm used to -'
'I don't think you're a waste of space.'
If Harry had not seen Dudley's lips move, he might not have believed it.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily — weak people, in other words...”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“And that boys," yelled Mr. Weasley over the tumult of the crowd below,"is why you should never go for looks alone!”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Doctors?" said Ron, looking startled. "Those Muggle nutters that cut people up?”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix