“What you saw of me back then was only a glimpse, the surface of the bloody iceberg, Granger. Don’t pretend to fucking know me or my motives, and never again suggest you know my opinion on such a matter. What a man says and what he feels are often two very different things, because this world expects certain things from all of us.”[x]

When he reached to his side to pull one of his guns, the crowd took a step back. The girl, sensing that she was about to leave this horrible place once and for all, put forth the effort to open her eyes and stare at him. He recognized the look in her eyes, the longing. Death was the only way she would ever find peace now.[x]

I don’t think anyone could foresee what would happen. We were too involved in our own war to give notice to the rest of the world. Magic had a way of setting you apart from the rest of humanity back then, and if we’re being honest here, the wizarding world at large was entirely too sure of itself.

It was a weapon we had not expected, a war we had not even been part of, but then the same could be said about them with ours. Two peoples fighting two very different wars at the same time. One had to dominate the other. There are never two winners, someone must always lose.

Muggle nuclear war got to us before Voldemort could. The skies were lit on fire and all I’d known changed.

I had nothing familiar to me left. [x]