Prologue: Justification
Harry: Let me just say that absolutely any guy in the world, wizard or Muggle, would ham up a scar. It's only natural. And is it my fault that I can't help but exaggerate a little bit when Muggles ask me about the lightning bolt on my forehead? I mean, they're the only people that don't know the real story. Everyone in the magical world already knows.
Ron: And where's the fun in that? Seriously, this is too hilarious. Sometimes Harry or Hermione have to put a silencing charm on me just so I won't burst out in laughter and ruin the whole thing.
Harry: Snot came out of his nose once because he was laughing so hard and couldn't open his mouth. It was all welling up inside him. Something had to come out somewhere, I s'pose.
Ron: Ha, that was great. Bogies everywhere.
Hermione: Childish, idiotic- some people never grow up. Not that I expected either of them to grow up, really, but honestly. I expected a little more care on the part of an Auror at least, Harry. Well, Ron's an Auror as well, but… ugh.
Ron: It's a bloke thing. You could not possibly understand.
Ginny: Hermione, you know you're just trying to seem responsible. You've involved yourself in Harry's little scar escapades on more than one occasion, if my memory serves me correctly.
Hermione: This is ridiculous!
Ron: Why can't she just have a bit of fun for once, really? She's all in the moment when things are happening, but she tries to deny it all later on.
Harry: You would know, ey, Ron?
Hermione: Get on with your stupid stories, Harry.