The Wand Chooses The Wizard.

I Don't Expect You Will Really Understand The Beauty Of The Softly Simmering Cauldron With Its Shimmering Fumes, The Delicate Power Of Liquids That Creep Through Human Veins, Bewitching The Mind, Ensnaring The Senses.

He Knew One Thing Only, And It Was Beyond Fear Or Reason: He Was Not Going To Die Crouching Here Like A Child Playing Hide-and-seek; He Was Not Going To Die Kneeling At Voldemort’s Feet . . . He Was Going To Die Upright Like His Father, And He Was Going To Die Trying To Defend Himself, Even If No Defense Was Possible. . . .

If Anyone Wanted Ter Find Out Some Stuff, All They’d Have Ter Do Would Be Ter Follow The Spiders. That’d Lead ‘em Right! That’s All I’m Sayin’.

... Perhaps Those Who Are Best Suited To Power Are Those Who Have Never Sought It.

Extraordinary Imagination, Especially In A Witch World. Also Friendship.