Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
I sort you into houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether Sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you ...
Let the Sorting now begin. (11.39)
There was a pause in which Sirius looked out at Harry, a crease between his sunken eyes.
"You're less like your father than I thought," he said finally, a definite coolness in his voice. The risk would've been what made it fun for James." (14.272-273)
"You don't think he has become ... sort of ... reckless since he's been cooped up in Grimmauld Place? You don't think he's ... kind of ... living through us?"
"What d'you mean, 'living through us'?" Harry retorted.
"I mean ... well, I think he'd love to be forming secret Defense societies right under the nose of someone from the Ministry ... I think he's really frustrated at how little he can do where he is ... so I think he's keen to kind of ... egg us on." (18.50-52)