Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (Harry Potter, #8)

by John Tiffany

All I ever wanted to do was go to Hogwarts and have a mate to get up to mayhem with. Just like Harry Potter. And I got his son. How crazily fortunate is that.

SNAPE: Strange, isn’t it? What comes from within. Dementors start to appear all around them. SNAPE knows what this means. You need to run. I will keep them at bay for as long as I can. SCORPIUS: Thank you for being my light in the darkness.

DUMBLEDORE: 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 your pain. To suffer is as human as to breathe.

DUMBLEDORE: Those that we love never truly leave us, Harry. There are things that death cannot touch. Paint . . . and memory . . . and love.