“What are you afraid of, Ron?” she whispered. “I know you’re afraid of something. Every time you’re around I can feel the fear off of you. It’s in your eyes. It’s in your voice when you talk. You look around everywhere you go, like you expect a sudden attack. A sudden attack that’s never going to happen, Ron! We’re not the one’s he’s targeting!”

“Never say never,” Ron said dryly, quoting his own mother.