Normal people scare me.

power and glory

The very first time I saw you Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar, but by your eyes. They’re your mother, Lily’s. Yes. Oh, yes. I knew her. Your mother was there at a time for me 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 could not see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumor has it, he passed onto you. You’re more like them then you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.

You noticed? Mommy. Daddy. Even Sam.  You ever ask yourself why? Maybe it’s not them. Maybe it’s you.

Silent Communication in 4x09

Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences. — Emery Allen