Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

They're supposed to be, you blithering idiot!

I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a - a -
I'm sorry, Dad.

Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing.

Dumbledore's favourite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork?

The Dark Lord wants him alive —





And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!

That's a Basilisk, listeners.

Brilliant, I’ll go and get one of our other ancient goblin-made swords and you can gift wrap it
I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.

With the whole world of ear-related humour before you, you go for holey?

Ron stared around the room as though he was bidden to memorise it.

Maybe the Ministry should get some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban.

I'm only yanking your wand, I'm Fred really--





Pathetic, pathetic!

There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms.

Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy's shell.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.

I'd say that it's one short step from 'wizards first' to 'purebloods first' to 'Death Eaters'.

And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward.

The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.

Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance.

So why in the name of Merlin's saggy left -



How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter — and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse.

I'm only yanking your wand, I'm Fred really--





Pathetic, pathetic!

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the one, And Voldy's gone moldy so now lets have fun!

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...

If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you, but no pressure.

Our headmaster is taking a short break.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

There's the silver lining I've been looking for."

Maybe the Ministry should get some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

People were moving around, trying to comfort each other, drinking, kneeling beside the dead, but he could not see any of the people he loved, no hint of Hermione, Ron, Ginny or any of the other Weasleys, no Luna.

Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever.

Of house-elves and children's tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing.

The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.

If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences.

"I have seen your heart and it is mine"





Are you refering to the symbol of The Deathly Hallows?

This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me.

Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

Here lies Dobby, a Free Elf.

Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter — and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse.

We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the one, And Voldy's gone moldy so now lets have fun!

Dumbledore's last plan went wrong, Harry Potter!

Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus!

The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms?

Brilliant, I’ll go and get one of our other ancient goblin-made swords and you can gift wrap it
I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.

Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could cause[...]

And what in the name of Merlin's most baggy Y fronts is so important?

No. A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding.

If you wish to leave with your students we shall not stop you, but if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then Horace, we duel to kill.

I'd say that it's one short step from 'wizards first' to 'purebloods first' to 'Death Eaters'.

Lying with his face pressed into the dusty carpet of the office where he had once thought he was learning the secrets of victory, Harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive.

So why in the name of Merlin's saggy left -



How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward.

"What will happen your children when I've killed you?" taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly's curses danced around her.

If you wish to leave with your students we shall not stop you, but if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then Horace, we duel to kill.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

Maybe the Ministry should get some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban.

Brilliant, I’ll go and get one of our other ancient goblin-made swords and you can gift wrap it
I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.

Oh, but it all makes sense Potter and in ways that you do not understand.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing.

Quicker and easier than falling asleep.

And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward.

There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts School … and colours of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin will suffice for everyone.

He walked away, leaving Snape looking stricken...

Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed?

Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing.

The images of Fred, Lupin and Tonks lying dead in the Great Hall forced their way back into his mind's eye, and for a moment he could hardly breathe: Death was impatient...

It's your one last chance … Be a man … try … Try for some remorse …



So it all comes down to this, doesn’t it?

Brilliant, I’ll go and get one of our other ancient goblin-made swords and you can gift wrap it
I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.

"I have seen your heart and it is mine"





Are you refering to the symbol of The Deathly Hallows?

Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.

Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing.

[Awkward moment between Harry and Lupin]

Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville.

Maybe the Ministry should get some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

"Like it hot, scum?"

"What will happen your children when I've killed you?" taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly's curses danced around her.

"See you all in about an hour at the Burrow.

I'll join you when hell freezes over!

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts





Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son.

There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms.

Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

I understood the truth before you caught up.

Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter — and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse.

And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward.

They're supposed to be, you blithering idiot!

The images of Fred, Lupin and Tonks lying dead in the Great Hall forced their way back into his mind's eye, and for a moment he could hardly breathe: Death was impatient...

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot and then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off, or pretending?

Thing was they bit off a bit more than they can chew with Gran.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.

The Dark Lord wants him alive —





And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!

"When Mummy's gone the same way as Freddie?"

And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward.

It’s so unfair that you had to die when you were so good and brave.

Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?

And are they getting married in my bedroom?

My father died trying to protect my mother and me, and you reckon he'd tell you to abandon your kid to go on an adventure with us?

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy's shell.

If you wish to leave with your students we shall not stop you, but if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then Horace, we duel to kill.

I crushed them as I crushed your mother, Snape's supposed great love.

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a - a -
I'm sorry, Dad.

“Time to sit down, or we’re going to get run over by the bride.”

No. A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding.

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...

Haven't I just proved my Patronus is a goat?

The man who taught me to fight Dementors - a coward.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

I'm only yanking your wand, I'm Fred really--





Pathetic, pathetic!

Now go and do something constructive.

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years.

"You actually are joking, Perce ...

Ron stared around the room as though he was bidden to memorise it.

He has, to use the common phrase, done a bunk.

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years.

Little old witch living alone, they probably thought they didn't need to send anyone particularly powerful.

Thank God you inherited your mother's brains.

Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword into Voldemort?

Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance.

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms.

A little extra wisdom never goes amiss, Potter, but I hardly think it would be much use in this situation!

Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing.

Vot is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?

Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

So why in the name of Merlin's saggy left -



How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts School … and colours of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin will suffice for everyone.

Secrets and lies, that's how we grew up, and Albus - he was a natural.

That's a Basilisk, listeners.

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot and then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off, or pretending?

Like my Dad.

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...

Dumbledore was trying to keep the Elder Wand from me.

They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same; Harry thought they breathed.

There's the silver lining I've been looking for."

The time has come for Slytherin House to decide upon its loyalties.

My father died trying to protect my mother and me, and you reckon he'd tell you to abandon your kid to go on an adventure with us?

Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance.

Secrets and lies, that's how we grew up, and Albus - he was a natural.

The green eyes found the black, but after a second something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank and empty.

Fight for my Master, defender of house-elves!

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...

I crushed them as I crushed your mother, Snape's supposed great love.

The man who taught me to fight Dementors - a coward.

Sorry I will never know him … but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand.

One simple test: check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs.

Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?

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.

Brilliant, I’ll go and get one of our other ancient goblin-made swords and you can gift wrap it
I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.

And are they getting married in my bedroom?

This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me.

I am sorry too.

Maybe the Ministry should get some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.

I understood the truth before you caught up.

Haven't you been complaining about him for the past quarter of a century?

Quicker and easier than falling asleep.

You know, I sometimes think we sort too soon..."

If you wish to leave with your students we shall not stop you, but if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then Horace, we duel to kill.

No. A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding.

It’s so unfair that you had to die when you were so good and brave.

Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth.

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot and then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off, or pretending?

If it has, it's safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the last thing you ever do.

No. A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding.

Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword into Voldemort?

I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...

It helps when people stand up to them, it gives everyone hope.

If you wish to leave with your students we shall not stop you, but if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then Horace, we duel to kill.

"Good luck, everyone," shouted Moody.

Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot and then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off, or pretending?

The true master does not run away from Death.

"You actually are joking, Perce ...

With the whole world of ear-related humour before you, you go for holey?

My father died trying to protect my mother and me, and you reckon he'd tell you to abandon your kid to go on an adventure with us?

He spotted Ginny two tables away; she was sitting with her head on her mother's shoulder: there would be time to talk later, hours and days and maybe years in which to talk.

The wand chooses the wizard, that much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore.

He walked away, leaving Snape looking stricken...

"You are a braver man by far than Igor Karkaroff.

We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the one, And Voldy's gone moldy so now lets have fun!

Little old witch living alone, they probably thought they didn't need to send anyone particularly powerful.

If he could only have understood the precise and terrible power of that sacrifice, he would not, perhaps, have dared to touch your blood... but then, if he had been able to understand, he could not have been Lord Voldemort, and might never have murdered at all.

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years.

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."

No. A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding.

Hello, Minister!

Dying?

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

It matters not whether Snape was mine or Dumbledore's, or what petty obstacles they tried to put in my path.

Did I mention I'm resigning?

Quicker and easier than falling asleep.

It's your one last chance … Be a man … try … Try for some remorse …



So it all comes down to this, doesn’t it?

The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.

Do not pity the dead, Harry, pity the living.

There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts School … and colours of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin will suffice for everyone.

People were moving around, trying to comfort each other, drinking, kneeling beside the dead, but he could not see any of the people he loved, no hint of Hermione, Ron, Ginny or any of the other Weasleys, no Luna.

Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

Really gives a feeling for the scope and tragedy of the thing, doesn't it?

Please.

My father died trying to protect my mother and me, and you reckon he'd tell you to abandon your kid to go on an adventure with us?

One simple test: check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs.

For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes.

Let me know if you ever defeat Voldemort, won't you?

The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.

Lying with his face pressed into the dusty carpet of the office where he had once thought he was learning the secrets of victory, Harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive.

I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest.

Dumbledore's favourite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork?

I don't think you're a waste of space...You saved my life.

I don't know how to break this to you...but

[Awkward moment between Harry and Lupin]

Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville.

Thank you so much Dobby for rescuing me from that cellar.

Little old witch living alone, they probably thought they didn't need to send anyone particularly powerful.

They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same; Harry thought they breathed.

Thank God you inherited your mother's brains.

I don't think you're a waste of space...You saved my life.

And quite honestly, I've had enough trouble for a life time.

Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing.

Lying with his face pressed into the dusty carpet of the office where he had once thought he was learning the secrets of victory, Harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive.

No. A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding.

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

"What will happen your children when I've killed you?" taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly's curses danced around her.

The true master does not run away from Death.

Look after 'em, then, I may not be able to save 'em a third time.

Hide them all, then.

Into non-being, which is to say, everything.

If he could only have understood the precise and terrible power of that sacrifice, he would not, perhaps, have dared to touch your blood... but then, if he had been able to understand, he could not have been Lord Voldemort, and might never have murdered at all.

This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me.

The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.

Lying with his face pressed into the dusty carpet of the office where he had once thought he was learning the secrets of victory, Harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive.

Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter — and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

With the whole world of ear-related humour before you, you go for holey?

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie.

I don't think you're a waste of space...You saved my life.

The true master does not run away from Death.

The Dark Lord wants him alive —





And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!

[Awkward moment between Harry and Lupin]

Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

Brilliant, I’ll go and get one of our other ancient goblin-made swords and you can gift wrap it
I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.

I see what Bellatrix meant, you need to really mean it.

[Awkward moment between Harry and Lupin]

Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville.

“Time to sit down, or we’re going to get run over by the bride.”

I used to notice that when you did it, Harry.

It matters not whether Snape was mine or Dumbledore's, or what petty obstacles they tried to put in my path.

Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword into Voldemort?

If he could only have understood the precise and terrible power of that sacrifice, he would not, perhaps, have dared to touch your blood... but then, if he had been able to understand, he could not have been Lord Voldemort, and might never have murdered at all.

If he could only have understood the precise and terrible power of that sacrifice, he would not, perhaps, have dared to touch your blood... but then, if he had been able to understand, he could not have been Lord Voldemort, and might never have murdered at all.

There's the silver lining I've been looking for."

I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest.

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

[Awkward moment between Harry and Lupin]

Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville.

If he could only have understood the precise and terrible power of that sacrifice, he would not, perhaps, have dared to touch your blood... but then, if he had been able to understand, he could not have been Lord Voldemort, and might never have murdered at all.

If you wish to leave with your students we shall not stop you, but if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then Horace, we duel to kill.

I'll join you when hell freezes over!

And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward.

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot and then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off, or pretending?

"I have seen your heart and it is mine"





Are you refering to the symbol of The Deathly Hallows?

It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.

Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance.

I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest.

They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same; Harry thought they breathed.

Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever.

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.

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.

They're supposed to be, you blithering idiot!

Maybe the Ministry should get some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban.

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot and 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.

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.

Haven't you been complaining about him for the past quarter of a century?

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot and then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off, or pretending?

And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

Of house-elves and children's tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing.

Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie.

The green eyes found the black, but after a second something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank and empty.

We are... so proud of you.

I don't think you're a waste of space...You saved my life.

Power was my weakness and my temptation.

I'm only yanking your wand, I'm Fred really--





Pathetic, pathetic!

Anyway, Dawlish is still in St. Mungo's and Gran's on the run.

And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward.

Which would be a real comfort to me, I'm sure.

Of house-elves and children's tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing.

If you wish to leave with your students we shall not stop you, but if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then Horace, we duel to kill.

That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped.

Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.

I ask this one great favour of you, Severus, because death is coming for me surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year's league.

The images of Fred, Lupin and Tonks lying dead in the Great Hall forced their way back into his mind's eye, and for a moment he could hardly breathe: Death was impatient...

"I have seen your heart and it is mine"





Are you refering to the symbol of The Deathly Hallows?

If he could only have understood the precise and terrible power of that sacrifice, he would not, perhaps, have dared to touch your blood... but then, if he had been able to understand, he could not have been Lord Voldemort, and might never have murdered at all.

All was well.

I killed Severus Snape three hours ago and the Elder Wand, the Death Stick, the Wand of Destiny is truly mine!

Maybe the Ministry should get some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

Invisible to anyone else.

Quicker and easier than falling asleep.

The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.

This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me.

The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.

I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts





Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son.

He intended that Snape should be the true master of the wand.

I wish I were dead...

So what will stop you dying now when I strike?

The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.

People were moving around, trying to comfort each other, drinking, kneeling beside the dead, but he could not see any of the people he loved, no hint of Hermione, Ron, Ginny or any of the other Weasleys, no Luna.

I understood the truth before you caught up.

Jealous type.

There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts School … and colours of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin will suffice for everyone.

Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance.

I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts





Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son.

With the whole world of ear-related humour before you, you go for holey?

There's the silver lining I've been looking for."

Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing.

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.

Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.

And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward.

Which would be a real comfort to me, I'm sure.

The Dark Lord wants him alive —





And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!

"Good luck, everyone," shouted Moody.

If you wish to leave with your students we shall not stop you, but if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then Horace, we duel to kill.

No. A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding.

There's the silver lining I've been looking for."

Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.

Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!

Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could cause[...]

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword into Voldemort?

Maybe the Ministry should get some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban.

It's your one last chance … Be a man … try … Try for some remorse …



So it all comes down to this, doesn’t it?

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

Then we'll have nothing to do except find Horcruxes … It'll be like a holiday, won't it?

[Awkward moment between Harry and Lupin]

Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville.

My father died trying to protect my mother and me, and you reckon he'd tell you to abandon your kid to go on an adventure with us?

No. A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding.

You'll do no more murder at Hogwarts!

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...

They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same; Harry thought they breathed.

Blimey, Neville, there's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.

This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me.

The green eyes found the black, but after a second something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank and empty.

If you wish to leave with your students we shall not stop you, but if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then Horace, we duel to kill.

Maybe the Ministry should get some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban.

The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms?

If you wish to leave with your students we shall not stop you, but if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then Horace, we duel to kill.

I hope you’re happy now.

That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped.

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot and then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off, or pretending?

One simple test: check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs.

There's the silver lining I've been looking for."

Maybe the Ministry should get some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban.

“Time to sit down, or we’re going to get run over by the bride.”

Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever.

I'd never have believed it.

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...

Really gives a feeling for the scope and tragedy of the thing, doesn't it?

He has, to use the common phrase, done a bunk.

Thank you so much Dobby for rescuing me from that cellar.

That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to understand.

Dumbledore's favourite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork?

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy's shell.

No. A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding.

Don't let it worry you…It's me.

"What will happen your children when I've killed you?" taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly's curses danced around her.

I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts





Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son.

Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie.

Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy's shell.

So why in the name of Merlin's saggy left -



How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

It’s so unfair that you had to die when you were so good and brave.

"I have seen your heart and it is mine"





Are you refering to the symbol of The Deathly Hallows?

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

The Dark Lord wants him alive —





And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!

And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward.

Anyway, Dawlish is still in St. Mungo's and Gran's on the run.

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.

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

"You actually are joking, Perce ...

They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same; Harry thought they breathed.

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...

The green eyes found the black, but after a second something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank and empty.

I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts





Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son.

Thank you so much Dobby for rescuing me from that cellar.

I ask this one great favour of you, Severus, because death is coming for me surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year's league.

He felt he would have given all the time remaining to him for just one last look at them; but then, would he ever have had the strength to stop looking?

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...

Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword into Voldemort?

People were moving around, trying to comfort each other, drinking, kneeling beside the dead, but he could not see any of the people he loved, no hint of Hermione, Ron, Ginny or any of the other Weasleys, no Luna.

My father died trying to protect my mother and me, and you reckon he'd tell you to abandon your kid to go on an adventure with us?

If he could only have understood the precise and terrible power of that sacrifice, he would not, perhaps, have dared to touch your blood... but then, if he had been able to understand, he could not have been Lord Voldemort, and might never have murdered at all.

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

Harry felt a great rush of affection for Luna.

A little extra wisdom never goes amiss, Potter, but I hardly think it would be much use in this situation!

"It doesn't mean defeating death in the way the Death Eaters mean it, Harry," said Hermione, her voice gentle.

Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

They're supposed to be, you blithering idiot!

Thing was they bit off a bit more than they can chew with Gran.

A little extra wisdom never goes amiss, Potter, but I hardly think it would be much use in this situation!

Keep her - them - safe.

Above all pity those who live without love.

"You will not win, you cannot win!

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.

Dumbledore's favourite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork?

So why in the name of Merlin's saggy left -



How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

If you wish to leave with your students we shall not stop you, but if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then Horace, we duel to kill.

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.

It helps when people stand up to them, it gives everyone hope.

He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here...

I hope you’re happy now.

The wand chooses the wizard, that much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore.

That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped.

Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance.

Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could cause[...]

You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself.

The time has come for Slytherin House to decide upon its loyalties.

Power was my weakness and my temptation.

Maybe the Ministry should get some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban.

The Boy Who Lived.

“Time to sit down, or we’re going to get run over by the bride.”

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

I ask this one great favour of you, Severus, because death is coming for me surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year's league.

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...

One simple test: check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs.

Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

Vot is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?

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.

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.

The man who taught me to fight Dementors - a coward.

The Dark Lord wants him alive —





And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!

Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.

One simple test: check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs.

"Like it hot, scum?"

That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped.

The man who taught me to fight Dementors - a coward.

Dumbledore's Army!

Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever.

Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could cause[...]

The Dark Lord wants him alive —





And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!

Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth.

Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword into Voldemort?

Ron stared around the room as though he was bidden to memorise it.

My father died trying to protect my mother and me, and you reckon he'd tell you to abandon your kid to go on an adventure with us?

The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.

The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms?

So why in the name of Merlin's saggy left -



How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

Then we'll have nothing to do except find Horcruxes … It'll be like a holiday, won't it?

He walked away, leaving Snape looking stricken...

Then we'll have nothing to do except find Horcruxes … It'll be like a holiday, won't it?

"See you all in about an hour at the Burrow.

Blimey, Neville, there's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.

If you wish to leave with your students we shall not stop you, but if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then Horace, we duel to kill.

Vot is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?

[Awkward moment between Harry and Lupin]

Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville.

Secrets and lies, that's how we grew up, and Albus - he was a natural.

With the whole world of ear-related humour before you, you go for holey?

Dumbledore's favourite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork?

And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward.

He felt he would have given all the time remaining to him for just one last look at them; but then, would he ever have had the strength to stop looking?

Dumbledore's favourite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork?

We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the one, And Voldy's gone moldy so now lets have fun!

It matters not whether Snape was mine or Dumbledore's, or what petty obstacles they tried to put in my path.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

I'm extremely famous.

Dumbledore's last plan went wrong, Harry Potter!

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes.

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

She's seeing someone.

Brilliant, I’ll go and get one of our other ancient goblin-made swords and you can gift wrap it
I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance.

If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences.

Let me know if you ever defeat Voldemort, won't you?

A little extra wisdom never goes amiss, Potter, but I hardly think it would be much use in this situation!

"Good luck, everyone," shouted Moody.

Quicker and easier than falling asleep.

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

The images of Fred, Lupin and Tonks lying dead in the Great Hall forced their way back into his mind's eye, and for a moment he could hardly breathe: Death was impatient...

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

So why in the name of Merlin's saggy left -



How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

"No," agreed Dumbledore.

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot and then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off, or pretending?

Thank you so much Dobby for rescuing me from that cellar.

So why in the name of Merlin's saggy left -



How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

I ask this one great favour of you, Severus, because death is coming for me surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year's league.

Harry felt a great rush of affection for Luna.

With the whole world of ear-related humour before you, you go for holey?

You wouldn't want to cross him.

I don't think you're a waste of space...You saved my life.

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

If you wish to leave with your students we shall not stop you, but if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then Horace, we duel to kill.

Lying with his face pressed into the dusty carpet of the office where he had once thought he was learning the secrets of victory, Harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive.

The wand chooses the wizard, that much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

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.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts School … and colours of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin will suffice for everyone.

Of house-elves and children's tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing.

Brilliant, I’ll go and get one of our other ancient goblin-made swords and you can gift wrap it
I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.

Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?

Vot is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?

Then we'll have nothing to do except find Horcruxes … It'll be like a holiday, won't it?

I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning.

"What will happen your children when I've killed you?" taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly's curses danced around her.

And are they getting married in my bedroom?

I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.

We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the one, And Voldy's gone moldy so now lets have fun!

It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.

I'm George ...can't you even tell us apart when we're Harry?...

If there was a wizard of whom I would believe that they did not seek personal gain, it would be you, Harry Potter



So young, to be fighting so many.

No. A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding.

Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could cause[...]

"What will happen your children when I've killed you?" taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly's curses danced around her.

Did I mention I'm resigning?

For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes.

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest.

If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you, but no pressure.

Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

I was a fool!

Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

I'd never have believed it.

So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."

Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever.

'Arry, you saved my sister's life, I do not forget.

Interesting theory.

I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life.

I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts





Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son.

One simple test: check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs.

So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."

Jealous type.

Maybe the Ministry should get some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban.

"It doesn't mean defeating death in the way the Death Eaters mean it, Harry," said Hermione, her voice gentle.

The true master does not run away from Death.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

If he could only have understood the precise and terrible power of that sacrifice, he would not, perhaps, have dared to touch your blood... but then, if he had been able to understand, he could not have been Lord Voldemort, and might never have murdered at all.

I'll join you when hell freezes over!

Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

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.

"Kill me, then!" demanded the old man.

Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter — and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse.

The green eyes found the black, but after a second something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank and empty.

He accepts that he must die and knows that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying.

The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms?

I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.

My father died trying to protect my mother and me, and you reckon he'd tell you to abandon your kid to go on an adventure with us?

Little old witch living alone, they probably thought they didn't need to send anyone particularly powerful.

I killed Severus Snape three hours ago and the Elder Wand, the Death Stick, the Wand of Destiny is truly mine!

With the whole world of ear-related humour before you, you go for holey?

Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could cause[...]

I ask this one great favour of you, Severus, because death is coming for me surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year's league.

I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.

The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.

Dumbledore's favourite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork?

There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts School … and colours of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin will suffice for everyone.

I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

He spotted Ginny two tables away; she was sitting with her head on her mother's shoulder: there would be time to talk later, hours and days and maybe years in which to talk.

And are they getting married in my bedroom?

Not at all.

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.

If there was a wizard of whom I would believe that they did not seek personal gain, it would be you, Harry Potter



So young, to be fighting so many.

It helps when people stand up to them, it gives everyone hope.

Fine, I'll stay here.

I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you.

He spotted Ginny two tables away; she was sitting with her head on her mother's shoulder: there would be time to talk later, hours and days and maybe years in which to talk.

I'm extremely famous.

For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes.

We are... so proud of you.

Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

It matters not whether Snape was mine or Dumbledore's, or what petty obstacles they tried to put in my path.

If there was a wizard of whom I would believe that they did not seek personal gain, it would be you, Harry Potter



So young, to be fighting so many.

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter — and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse.

Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter — and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse.

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.

I killed Severus Snape three hours ago and the Elder Wand, the Death Stick, the Wand of Destiny is truly mine!

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

Little old witch living alone, they probably thought they didn't need to send anyone particularly powerful.

Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance.

Secrets and lies, that's how we grew up, and Albus - he was a natural.

Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth.

It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.

It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.

I ask this one great favour of you, Severus, because death is coming for me surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year's league.

Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing.

Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.

Which would be a real comfort to me, I'm sure.

I'd say that it's one short step from 'wizards first' to 'purebloods first' to 'Death Eaters'.

Lying with his face pressed into the dusty carpet of the office where he had once thought he was learning the secrets of victory, Harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive.

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...

He intended that Snape should be the true master of the wand.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

I hope you’re happy now.

And are they getting married in my bedroom?

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

Haven't I just proved my Patronus is a goat?

The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms?

For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes.

I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning.

The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.

But I got there ahead of you little boy -- I reached the wand before you could get your hands upon it.

The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.

People were moving around, trying to comfort each other, drinking, kneeling beside the dead, but he could not see any of the people he loved, no hint of Hermione, Ron, Ginny or any of the other Weasleys, no Luna.

Little old witch living alone, they probably thought they didn't need to send anyone particularly powerful.

The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.

Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing.

There's the silver lining I've been looking for."

I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest.

Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance.

Haven't you been complaining about him for the past quarter of a century?

The green eyes found the black, but after a second something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank and empty.

Interesting theory.

"No," agreed Dumbledore.

Look after 'em, then, I may not be able to save 'em a third time.

Here lies Dobby, a Free Elf.

We're all human, aren't we?

Harry, you wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.

If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences.

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

I'd say that it's one short step from 'wizards first' to 'purebloods first' to 'Death Eaters'.

There's the silver lining I've been looking for."

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

He accepts that he must die and knows that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying.

She's seeing someone.

Haven't I just proved my Patronus is a goat?

So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."

Little old witch living alone, they probably thought they didn't need to send anyone particularly powerful.

The green eyes found the black, but after a second something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank and empty.

On the count of three.

'Arry, you saved my sister's life, I do not forget.

The images of Fred, Lupin and Tonks lying dead in the Great Hall forced their way back into his mind's eye, and for a moment he could hardly breathe: Death was impatient...

The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.

"Kill me, then!" demanded the old man.

The true master does not run away from Death.

The time has come for Slytherin House to decide upon its loyalties.

He accepts that he must die and knows that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying.

You are nearly there, very close.

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years.

Always the tone of surprise.

I don’t think I’ve heard you joke since you were —"


"Look... at... me..."

The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.

"I do not know, I never knew, a young man - no - please - PLEASE!"

Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could cause[...]

There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts School … and colours of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin will suffice for everyone.

The Dark Lord wants him alive —





And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!

I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.

Oh, but it all makes sense Potter and in ways that you do not understand.

I admit I am vain enough to prefer a quick, easy end, rather than the prolonged, messy affair it is likely to be if, say, Greyback is involved … or dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it.

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...

This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me.

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

He spotted Ginny two tables away; she was sitting with her head on her mother's shoulder: there would be time to talk later, hours and days and maybe years in which to talk.

He spotted Ginny two tables away; she was sitting with her head on her mother's shoulder: there would be time to talk later, hours and days and maybe years in which to talk.

A little extra wisdom never goes amiss, Potter, but I hardly think it would be much use in this situation!

Lying with his face pressed into the dusty carpet of the office where he had once thought he was learning the secrets of victory, Harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive.

He felt he would have given all the time remaining to him for just one last look at them; but then, would he ever have had the strength to stop looking?

The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms?

Always the tone of surprise.

I don't think you're a waste of space...You saved my life.

If you wish to leave with your students we shall not stop you, but if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then Horace, we duel to kill.

Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.

I ask this one great favour of you, Severus, because death is coming for me surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year's league.

Which would be a real comfort to me, I'm sure.

But he was home.

Always the tone of surprise.

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe.

I have known for some time now, that you are the better man.

I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts





Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son.

Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot and then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off, or pretending?

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends...friends...friends...friends...