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The rumour is that he’s Voldemort’s son, Albus. A horrible, uncomfortable silence. It’s probably rubbish. I mean . . . look, you’ve got a nose. The tension is slightly broken, SCORPIUS laughs, pathetically grateful.
‘The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.’
People say parenting is the hardest job in the world – they’re wrong – growing up is. We all just forget how hard it was.
Sometimes costs are made to be borne.
‘When spares are spared, when time is turned, when unseen children murder their fathers: then will the Dark Lord return.’
Harry, there is never a perfect answer in this messy, emotional world. Perfection is beyond the reach of humankind, beyond the reach of magic. In every shining moment of happiness is that drop of poison: the knowledge that pain will come again. Be honest to those you love, show them your pain. To suffer is as human as to breathe.
Those that we love never truly leave us, Harry. There are things that death cannot touch. Paint . . . and memory . . . and love.
Astoria always knew that she was not destined for old age. She wanted me to have somebody when she left, because . . . it is exceptionally lonely, being Draco Malfoy. I will always be suspected. There is no escaping the past. I never realised, though, that by hiding him away from this gossiping, judgemental world, I ensured that my son would emerge shrouded in worse suspicion than I ever endured.
As pleasurable as it will be to hide in a hole with you for the next forty years . . .
if I had to choose a companion to be at the return of eternal darkness with, I’d choose you.
They were great men, with huge flaws, and you know what – those flaws almost made them greater.
