Harry Potter Quotes Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

Sometimes I hate myself for being who I am. Days passed and I was nearly at the edge of losing him forever. It’s hardly few days we all graduate and depart. I won’t say I still want him but I never want to lose him. This confusion of what I really want was killing me. In all the chaos, an unexpected thing happen. The thing that left me shattered. That left my family and Harry’s family devastated. Granny’s death. It happened all of a sudden. I thought she would live for more years or months or even days. But I was wrong. I was disheartened and more than everyone, Harry was broken. It was unbelievable to him that the person whom he loves the most, had gone. Though we all knew it would happen w

I am filled with anxiety all over my body and why does it feel like my decision is wrong? “If the curse is real.” Harry says over my mouth as soon as he pulled himself away while he was still holding the back of my neck. “Please. Please, don’t forget me. Please.” His voice sounded weak. “I won’t. I don’t. I will never ever want to.” We kiss again.

Clearly, she was not happy having an onlooker paying attention to their little public display of affection. All the cells inside my body screamed, telling me to turn around and walked away. Truly I was about to hear them out and leave when Hunter turned around and caught the sight of me first, penetrating me with his gorgeous dark eyes. His face looked as if he was bearing a great amount of pain when he finally greeted me. "Mey." I faked a smile and greeted him back. "Hunter." * * *"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Then say your name aloud, stating you are a Baudelaire witch and you were sent by me.” “A secret passage will open up, and you will pass through it, but do not look straight. Go in with your back because you cannot view the council of witches without permission. You might be stronger than them, but you need permission.” When Halle was done speaking, Hazel still stared at her with fear in her heart. It was all too much, and she was still trying to process the fact that Halle was dead.

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.

“That…that is no wolf!” “It is the quadpod,” the old man says with a defeated sigh. “We could have defeated her had you all listened to me and come to assist,” he adds right when Diana rages through us. I can feel her fury as her teeth sink on the nearest witch and wizard. Hundreds are on the floor, lifeless, but that rage is like wildfire. She is going to kill all of us. Dying in the deep is final. No witch can reorder you no matter how powerful they are. I see the sharp teeth sink into Draco’s leg, severing it. No amount of spells work on her. The other witches and their leaders quickly vanish and return to their deeps, leaving us to perish. Draco is lucky to jump off. He quickly vanishes,

Dying. This is it. This is how I go. Saving my children. Just like Kieran saved me. Worth it. Every bit of it worth it. The last thing I see before darkness takes me is the witch, standing over me, shaking her head. "Foolish girl. You don't get to die yet. Your story isn't finished." Then nothing.

Also, I can’t get over everything that has happened throughout the past few days out of my head as well. “A little,” I finally replied. He smiled. “I think I can live through that until I make sure you don’t hate me anymore,” A smile played at the corner of my lips but I quickly bite down my tongue to replace it with a smile. Why do his words make me smile? The thoughts of Harry suddenly struck my mind and I asked, “When do I get to see Harry?” He sighed and that was suspicious. “Never again. He died this morning,”

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 12:30 PM "In the year of 1979, I witnessed a young seer give a prophecy about the end of the Dark Lord." Dumbledore said, and saw that he had Erik's attention. He took a deep breath and continued.