“Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot
understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves
it’s own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who
loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.”
“I stole the diadem. I sought to make myself cleverer, more important than my mother. I ran away with it. My mother, they say, never admitted that the diadem was gone, but pretended that she had it still. She concealed her loss, my dreadful betrayal, even from the other founders of Hogwarts.”
You know. I’ll try anything. I’ll do anything. I’ll explore. Try different takes. All that kind of stuff to do sometimes, to do good performances, but always conducive to having a good time creatively.