“So what I’m saying, Harry, is that basically your touch burns Voldemort because your mother really loved you, and he killed her.”



“Oh. Uh, okay.”



“What? What’ve you got that shitty look on your face for, Harry? I just told you, you’ve got an Anti-Voldemort shield. This is good news, Harry. This is gonna come in handy, for at least a couple of school years.”



“Well, jeez, Professor, it’s just been kind of a weird couple of days, you know? I- I mean, the last thing I remember is watching a guy burn to death because he touched me. I mean goddamn, Professor, I’m eleven right now.”



“If anything, Harry, you’re just a little ahead of the curve. Body horror is- look, it’s just a part of growing up as a wizard, Harry. Wait til you and your friends start trying to learn to teleport.”

“Oh, jeez.”



“And what do you care? He was a bad guy. He had Voldemort in the back of his head.”



“Well come on, Professor! I, I, I mean, I only knew he was a bad guy for like five minutes before he DIED. I’m still kind of adjusting!”



“Yeah I can’t stress this enough, things come at you quick at ol’ Hogwarts. That’s why we turn out world-class wizards.”

