"You are sorely mistaken," I growl. "I'm not a fucking mediator. It wasn't solely about rubbing in Potter and Weasley's face that they don't treat you with the respect you deserve and don't give you the attention that is due to you. And yes, my mother is there. I won't deny that's a factor. But the most important reason is that, meanwhile, I consider you mine. Now you might think I'm still the same selfish boy who wants to make sure his favorite toy doesn't break, but the exact opposite is true. I look after those who are important to me. Whoever belongs to me, I protect. For those who are mine, I would die. This is my way of devotion. That's all I can offer you. Unless-"