“You are nearly there," said James. "Very close. We are...so proud of 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.”

“Do you—do you think I want to—do you think I give a—I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!" Harry roared."You will," said Dumbledore sadly. "Because you are not nearly as mad at me as you ought to be. If you are to attack me, as I know you are close to doing, I would like to have thoroughly earned it.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.”

“Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, won't they?" said Hermione as they got off the train and joined the crowd thronging toward the enchanted barrier. "When they hear what you did this year?""Proud?" said Harry. "Are you crazy? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious...”

“Where are you heading, if you’ve got the choice?”James lifted an invisible sword.“‘Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!’ Like my dad.”Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him.“Got a problem with that?”“No,” said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy —”“Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?” interjected Sirius.”

“You think I'm a fool?" demanded Harry."No, I think you're like James," said Lupin, "who would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his friends.”