"Well then let them be right for once," Harry answered, perhaps a bit snappishly but then so be it. "I don't care as long as you are alive. I don't care about anything in this world more than I care about you, your siblings and your mother. You will always be my first priority."
"I was lucky! I was also meant to die. Hell, I did die!" It was the harsh reality of it. He was never meant to reach 44, or any age at all. He was to die so that others could kill. That was what he'd been raised for.
"Dumbledore was a great man in so many ways. One of the brightest wizards of his days, but he let children do what adults should have done, and I will not make the same mistake that he did."
"James, Voldemort returned as a young man, possibly even a teenager - but he's already killed several times. Already at seventeen he had made two horcruxes and we can only hope that he did not have either on his body when he returned to life. If he does then all killing spells are useless. You do not know what you're asking for."