Grief, it seemed, drove Voldemort out...though Dumbledore, of course, would have said that it was love.
What’s up, Albert? said the same balding wizard who had followed Harry out of the fireplace earlier. He looked nervous.
What's that? said one of the twins suddenly, pointing at Harry's lightning scar. Blimey, said the other twin. Are you — ? He is, said the first twin. Aren't you? he added to Harry. What? said Harry. Harry Potter, chorused the twins.
Too late now. Three. Two. One. Molliare!
The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters.
Tut, tut — fame clearly isn't everything.