You have your mother’s common sense, but your father’s devilment. I see them fighting. Let your mother win.

I found you. And you found me. We’ll help each other.

Sometimes the women have to take over. Like in the war.

Everyone’s a whore, Grace. We just sell different parts of ourselves.

He was about to go home, about to return to the place where he had had a family. It was in Godric’s Hollow that, but for Voldemort, he would have grown up and spent every school holiday. He could have invited friends to his house… He might even have had brothers and sisters… It would have been his mother who had made his seventeenth birthday cake. The life he had lost had hardly ever seemed so real to him as at this moment, when he knew he was about to see the place were it had been taken from him.

Rule one, you don’t punch above your weight.

This whole bloody enterprise was women’s business while you boys were away at war. What’s changed?

We came back.

The Marauders at Hogwarts.

To the end, then.

To the end.