Blithering Mc Gonagall

[…] then came a new voice, a man’s voice, shouting, panicking – "Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off –"

“I heard my dad,” Harry mumbled. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard him – he tried to take on Voldemort himself, to give my mum time to run for it….”

Harry suddenly realized that there were tears on his face mingling with the sweat. He bent his face as low as possible, wiping them off on his robes, pretending to do up his shoelace, so that Lupin wouldn’t see. (poa)

Harry began to run. He had no thought in his head except his father… If it was him… if it really was him… he had to know, had to find out…. 

Harry threw himself behind it, peering desperately through the leaves. On the opposite bank, the glimmers of silver were suddenly extinguished. A terrified excitement shot through him – any moment now – "Come on!“ he muttered, staring about. “Where are you? Dad, come on –” (poa)

And he came … first his head, then his body … tall and untidy-haired like Harry, the smoky, shadowy form of James Potter blossomed at the end of Voldemort’s wand, fell to the ground, and straightened like his wife.

He walked close to Harry, looking down at him, and he spoke in the same distant, echoing voice as the others, but quietly, so that Voldemort, his face now livid with fear as his victims prowled around him, could not hear… 

“When the connection is broken, we will linger for only moments… but we will give you time… you must get to the Portkey, it will return you to Hogwarts… do you understand, Harry?" 

"Do it now,” whispered his father’s voice, “be ready to run… do it now…” (gof)

“Dad! Help me, Dad! He’s going to kill me, Dad! Boo hoo!” “Shut up,” said Harry quietly. “Shut up, Dudley, I’m warning you!" “Come and help me, Dad! Mum, come and help me! He’s killed Cedric! Dad, help me! He’s going to – Don’t you point that thing at me!" (ootp)

"Parents,” said Harry, “shouldn’t leave their kids unless – unless they’ve got to.”

Harry looked down at his feet, thinking of his father. Would James have backed Harry in what he had said to Lupin, or would he have been angry at how his son had treated his old friend? (dh)

They had not drawn the curtains; he saw them quite clearly in their little sitting room, the tall black-haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand for the amusement of the small black-haired boy in his blue pajamas. The child was laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in his small fist… 

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.

“You are nearly there,” said James. “Very close. We are… so proud of you." 

"Until the very end,” said James. (dh)