She’d just gotten her eye on a big tawny owl, its face hidden beneath its wing feathers as it slept, when she heard the familiar crunch, crunch, crunch of footsteps in the Owlery. [RonHermione]

I knew there was a bad, an evil, part to me. I was frightened of, and for, myself. There was no cure for that, no wolfsbane to dull that pain. [Remus]