What do I care how ‘e looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my ‘furry little problem’ in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit.
When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we’re going to be having a shufti to see if it’s solid, aren’t we, we’re not going to be asking, ‘Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?
Do you mean ter tell me, he growled at the Dursleys, that this boy—this boy!—knows nothin’ abou’—about ANYTHING?Harry thought this was going a bit far. He had been to school, after all, and his marks weren’t bad.I know some things, he said. I can, you know, do math and stuff.
Oh well… I’d just been thinking, if you had died, you’d have been welcome to share my toilet.
Yeah, well, food’s one of the five exceptions to Gamp’s Law of Elemental Transfigurations, said Ron, to general astonishment.
You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments.”“Yeah,” said Harry, “but you, unlike me, are a git.
Fred, you next, the plump woman said. I’m not Fred, I’m George, said the boy. Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can’t you tell I’m George? Sorry, George, dear. Only joking, I am Fred, said the boy and off he went.
Did you see me disarm Hermione, Harry?Only once said Hermione stung. I got you loads more then you got me—I did not only get you once, I got you at least three times—Well if you’re counting the one where you tripped over your own feet and knocked the wand out of my hand—
You can laugh! But people used to believe there were no such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack!
We can’t choose our fate, but we can choose others. Be careful in knowing that.
Dumbledore will only leave from Hogwarts when there are none loyal to him!
They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat. Get the mail, Dudley, said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper. Make Harry get it.Get the mail, Harry.Make Dudley get it.Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley.
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.
Where is Wood? said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn’t there.Still in the showers, said Fred. We think he’s trying to drown himself.
The thing about growing up with Fred and George,” said Ginny thoughtfully, “is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.
I wish you all very good lives.
Albus Severus,” Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Rose, who was now on the train, “you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.
Like the fact that the person Sirius cared for the most about in the world was you,” said Dumbledore quietly.
Snape’s patronus was a doe,’ said Harry, ‘the same as my mother’s because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from when they were children.
But you’re dead,’ said Harry.’Oh, yes,’ said Dumbledore matter-of-factly.’Then… am I dead too?”Ah,’ said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. ‘That is the question, isn’t it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not.
Mad Eye’ Moody on the Avada Kedavra curse: Not nice, he said calmly. Not pleasant. And there’s no counter curse. There’s no blocking it. Only one known person has ever survived it, and he’s sitting right in front of me.
My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities…like the ability to behave myself.
But some part of him realized, even as he fought to break free from Lupin, that Sirius had never kept him waiting before. . . . Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him. . . . If Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back. . . . That he really was . . .
Would you like me to [kill you] now? asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?
If she could have died…if she could have disappeared forever…but the solid surface of things refused to dissolve around her, and her body, her hateful hermaphrodite’s body, continued in its stubborn, lumpen way, to live…
Death’s got an Invisibility Cloak? Harry interrupted again.So he can sneak up on people, said Ron. Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking…
I am not worried, Harry,” said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. “I am with you.
No, thanks, said Harry. The toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it— it might be sick. Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he’d said.
And Death spoke to them —’”“Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?”“It’s a fairy tale, Harry!”“Right, sorry. Go on.
I DON’T CARE! Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!You do care, said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
Do you remember me telling you we are practicing non-verbal spells, Potter?Yes, said Harry stiffly.Yes, sir.There’s no need to call me sir Professor.The words had escaped him before he knew what he was saying.
As Ginny and Hermione moved closer to the rest of the family, Harry had a clear view of the bodies lying next to Fred: Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking, apparently asleep beneath the dark, enchanted ceiling.
The long game was ended, the Snitch had been caught, it was time to leave the air…
I’m dying! Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. I’m dying, look at me! It’s killed me!
The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms? Harry’s mind was in freefall, spinning out of control, unable to grasp the impossibility, because Fred Weasley could not be dead, the evidence of all his senses must be lying—
Birth and death: there was the same consciousness of heightened existence and of her own elevated importance
I love you, Hermione,” said Ron, sinking back, rubbing his eyes wearily.
Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, “Don’t let Lavender hear you saying that.”
“I won’t,” said Ron into his hands. “Or maybe I will . . . then she’ll ditch me . . .
Oh, of course, said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. I forgot we’ll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.
He felt his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. How strange that in his dread of death, it pumped all the harder, valiantly keeping him alive. But it would have to stop, and soon. Its beats were numbered. How many would there be time for, as he rose and walked through the castle for the last time, out into the grounds and into the forest?
No – no – no! someone was shouting. No! Fred! No!And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.
Death obsesses me, yes it does. I can’t really understand why it doesn’t obsess everyone – I think it does really, I’m just a little more out about it.
Hearing voices no one else can hear isn’t a good sign, even in the wizarding world.
Wild! Ron said, twiddling the replay knob on the side. I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again… and again… and again…
Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.
Does it hurt? The childish question had escaped Harry’s lips before he could stop it. Dying? Not at all, said Sirius. Quicker and easier than falling asleep.