Harry Potter Deathly Hallows Quotes Novels & Stories

” I cursed as I drank directly from the bottle, I gulped it all as my eyes became red, like a bloodshot. I walked down from the mini parlor back to my swivel chair as I crashed down on it, completely frustrated. What if he asks for any price to get back to his love?? What then becomes of me when he takes her away?? Will I truly die a painful death?? Hell no, that can’t be and will never be. I groaned as I looked at Dumbledore who was still resting at the cabinet, looking all the wines I had there.

His tone turned dark. “They humiliated her.” A murmur swept through the throng. “They condemned her.” The air crackled with restless anger. “They left her to die.” The tension was palpable, that simmering intensity almost tangible. Then, with a knowing smile, the wizard declared, “But they failed.” The roar that followed shook the very stone of the cavern, a wave of cheers crashing over the space as fists pounded against chests and arms reached toward the ceiling. Once the noise settled, the wizard continued, “Hazel carries something far more precious than revenge.”

I sensed that he was struggling to come to terms with what he had seen. "There's no need to say what you don't want to," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, as the soft whispers in the background seemed to swell in agreement. "I don't want to share mine either." We stood there for a moment, the weight of our unspoken words hanging in the air. Then, without another word, we headed out of the Hall of Whispers, the soft whispers fading into the distance as we walked away. "You met someone close to you who's dead?" Harry asked, his eyes locked on mine, and I wasn't surprised.

“You didn’t. None of this is your fault.” The fat drops fell from her thick, black lashes as she closed her eyes and tried again. “No, you don’t understand.” Her lips pulled down in regret, and she whimpered out the ugly truth in halted spurts. “I said the death curse; I killed him.” A sudden breath of understanding came from Haldir as he closed his eyes. “Oh, Tess.” Pressing his forehead to hers, he shook his head as he put everything together. “If it were me in his place, or Teddy, or anybody else I loved, I would want you to do the same thing. It was a kindness that you did for him.”

I fell to my knees and to the ground, losing all consciousness. My long lashes fluttered weakly against each other once more before they gave up and I felt myself being carried away by strong hands. Everything is over now. It was all gone. ****Author's note**** Please leave a vote and your thoughts. 'Everything is over now.' Do you believe that is true? Anyways, from the quote of Hermann Hesse "Who would be born must first destroy a world.” Chapter Soundtrack: Ghost town by Benson Boone

And then I feel it, the elixir of life trickling down my throat. Helios is feeding me the final potion using his mouth. “Live, Laurel…live.” These are the final words I hear him say before darkness truly claims me. Then, I know no more...

He stopped moving and gasped. Before he vanished, he managed to chant a spell towards me, “Absolute Death Incantation!” Dark magic circling me, then he laughed and words echoed in my ears, “Even an immortal can die and there’s no exception with the power granted to me… death awaits you, Chosen One! Bwahahaha!”

He averted his eyes, staring at everywhere but me, "sure, he won't survive it, he's dead" How can he be so cruel and not even an iota of guilt for using me so wickedly to kill an innocent man, a man I love, I felt like killing him right now but I need to make sure I give him a befitting death, I have to look for that book, "a hundred ways to kill a wizard" and master the spells in it. "Are you alright?" He asked, observing me closely, I nodded, "I'm just tired" "Where would you go if you leave here?"

You know, that was how to trump any argument. I’d nodded, glancing around at the snarling Alphas. “He can have his whole life, if I’m gobbled up by the big bad wolves. I was meant to be solving a murder and stopping a war but…” Jeremy snorted. “Look you, was I Claimed by a sorceres or a Muggle?” I’d raised my eyebrow. “What, even with a wolve, I can’t escape the Harry Potter jokes?” Jeremy slunk to his feet. “That depends if you want to see my wand?”

he asked again, grabbing my attention. “What if I win? What will I get from this?” I asked back. He sat back comfortably and looked at me intently as if I amused him. He then shrugged his shoulders “Your call. Do anything you want with me; I don’t really care” he said *** Like what I was saying, these guys presence is enough to make the atmosphere in such a low spirit. I wonder if this was what Harry Potter felt when there were dementors around him? And it sucks to think that my thoughts are a mess right now especially when I am usually the one who can’t be swayed by a mere presence.