“It is I, Remus John Lupin!” called a voice over the howling wind. Harry experienced a thrill of fear; what had happened? “I am a werewolf, married to Nymphadora Tonks, and you, the Secret-Keeper of Shell Cottage, told me the address and bade me come in an emergency!”
I do not love pomp.
(He goes to get some blankets from the bed.)
"But the air gives you the breath of life," whispered the poet.