“There. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get a scar! That's what you want, isn't it?”

“Well — I was lucky once, wasn't I?” said Harry, pointing at his scar. “I might get lucky again.”

“Jealous?...Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself.”

“You've got to appreciate what the worst is. You don't want to find yourself in a situation where you're facing it.”

“You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!""What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?”

“Voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. He's already used you as bait once, and that was just because you're my best friend's sister. Think how much danger you'll be in if we keep this up. He'll know, he'll find out. He'll try and get to me through you.”

“You'll write to me, won't you?" Albus asked his parents immediately, capitalizing on the momentary absence of his brother."Every day, if you want us to," said Ginny."Not every day," said Albus quickly. "James says most people only get letters from home about once a month.""We wrote to James three times a week last year," said Ginny."And you don't want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts," Harry put in. "He likes a laugh, your brother.”