“You know, the very first time I saw you, Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother, Lily’s. Yes, oh yes. I knew her. Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even and perhaps, most especially when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. Then your father, James, on the other hand. He had a certain, shall we say talent, for trouble. The talent, rumor has it, he passed onto you. You are more like them than you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.”