“In the end, he followed Snape, and composed a letter in his head to his father the whole way. Dear Father, Harry is being exasperating. And stupid. And risking his life where he doesn’t need to, and then refusing to even take credit for it, which would be the only reason for such a thing. And he gave me a headache.”
“She knew from the brewing thunderstorm smell in the room that she’d caught him. Harry was possessed of magic, and possessed by it. He always leaned towards the most powerful spell someone else was practicing at the moment, and lifted his head if someone else’s power flared out of control. Millicent didn’t think he had any idea he was doing it, but she noticed, because she was observant.”
