Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
the warning history shows,
for our Hogwarts is in danger
from external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
or we’ll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you…
let the Sorting now begin.
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
Seamus Finnigan; he has a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics
There is no place like home
"Ginny, listen…." he said very quietly, as the buzz of conversation grew louder around them and people began to get to their feet, "I can’t be involved with you anymore. We’ve got to stop seeing each other. We can’t be together.”
She said, with an oddly twisted smile, “It’s for some stupid, noble reason, isn’t it?”
“It’s been like…like something out of someone else’s life, these last few weeks with you,” said Harry. ” But I can’t… we can’t… I’ve got things to do alone now.”
She did not cry, she simply looked at him.
"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."
”What if I don’t care!” said Ginny fiercely.
“I care,” said Harry.