Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Harry drew closer, gazing up into his parents' faces. He had never imagined that there would be a statue. […] How strange it was to see himself represented in stone, a happy baby without a scar on his forehead… (16.57)
He had spilled his own blood more times than he could count; he had lost all the bones in his right arm once; this journey had already given him scars to his chest and forearm to join those on his hand and forehead, but never, until this moment, had he felt himself to be fatally weakened, vulnerable, and naked, as though the best part of his magical power had been torn from him. (18.2)
"…I'm as hunted quite as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook! I'm a Mudblood!"
"Don't call yourself –." Ron muttered.
"Why shouldn't I?" said Hermione. "Mudblood, and proud of it!" (24.87)