You should click this. Thank you.

*places roses on Vincent Crabbe's grave*

Never forget you were loved. Always.

Dumbledore's Army: Midnight. Lake. Fifty-one roses.

Some traditions are meant to continue even after thirty years.

YOU. HAD. NO. RIGHT. TO. GO.

And you've got no right to NOT regret it
You've no right to think it was anything but a goddamn walk through hell.

Official statement concerning this

"Petty vandalism will not discourage us"

Did you ever see a llama?

At St. Mungos on bed rest.

I'm fine. Your son is impatient.

*apparates to the Hogwarts grounds and walks calmly and not creating panic (there are enough Aurors around that one more doesn't attract that much attention) to the Longbottoms' quarters and knocks quietly but firmly*

Professor Longbottom? This is Auror Sanders.

*silently sitting in interrogation room waiting*

Killing your uncle: parricide or regicide?