Paganos

"Yo no tengo nada de cristiano. Hoy en día no es bueno confesarlo, pues los obispos y abades tienen demasiada influencia y es más fácil fingirse de una fe que luchar por ideas violentas. Me criaron como cristiano, pero a los diez años descubrí que los viejos dioses sajones eran los mismos dioses que los de los daneses y los hombres del norte, y su culto me pareció más lógico que el de arrodillarse ante un dios de un país tan lejano que a nadie he conocido que viniera de allí [...] También me gusta de nuestros dioses que no están tan obsesionados con nosotros. Tienen sus propias disputas y romances y la mayor parte del tiempo parecen no hacernos el menor caso, pero el dios cristiano no tiene nada mejor que hacer que establecer reglas para nosotros. Reglas, y más reglas, prohibiciones y mandamientos, y necesita cientos de curas y monjes con hábitos oscuros para asegurar que obedecemos esas leyes. Yo me lo imagino muy quisquilloso y malhumorado al dios ese, aunque sus curas no paran de decir que nos ama. Yo nunca he sido tan imbécil como para creer que Thor, Odín u Hoder me amaban, aunque espero que en algunas ocasiones me hayan considerado digno."
Uhtred Ragnarsson  (Bernard Cornwell, "Los señores del Norte")

The Prince's Tale

Harry seemed to be watching the two men from one end of a long tunnel, they were so far away from him, their voices echoing strangely in his ears.

       "So the boy…the boy must die?” asked Snape quite calmly.

"And Voldemort himself must do it, Severus. That is essential." Another long silence.

Then Snape said, “I thought…all those years…that we were protecting him for her. For Lily.”

“We have protected him because it has been essential to teach him, to raise him, to let him try his strength,” said Dumbledore, his eyes still tight shut. “Meanwhile, the connection between them grows ever stronger, a parasitic growth. Sometimes I have thought he suspects it himself. If I know him, he will have arranged matters so that when he does set out to meet his death, it will truly mean the end of Voldemort.”

      Dumbledore opened his eyes. Snape looked horrified.

“You have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment?”

“Don’t be shocked, Severus. How many men and women have you watched die?”

     “Lately, only those whom I could not save,” said Snape. He stood up. “You have used me.”

“Meaning?”

“I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter’s son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter – ”

      “But this is touching, Severus,” said Dumbledore seriously. “Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?”

 “For him?” shouted Snape. “Expecto Patronum!”

From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe. She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, andhis eyes were full of tears.

“After all this time?”

“Always,” said Snape.