Quotes From Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince Novels & Stories

I was terrified and couldn't bring myself to look at him. "Keep one thing in your mind princess, you. are. mine. I finally have you and I'll never let you escape this place...ever." He whispered in my ear. Finally gathering courage I looked at him. "L- look it's not like I hate you. I do like you but... Kidnapping me like this... This is not right!" "Didn't you hear that quote? Everything is fair in love and war." He said that cheesy dialogue. "I did. And I swear to god if I ever get my hands on the person who wrote it, he'll definitely regret it!" I said and he giggled.

My stomach knotted as he palmed the cup and stuck it out towards me. "Would you care for a sip too?" the Prince questioned with vitriol. His palm crushed the fine china and the shards drew blood from his hand. I shook my head violently back and forth, tears streaming down from my eyes. "Stand!" Prince Leonardo shouted, blood still dripping from his fingertips. I could barely gather myself as my legs felt numb and lacked any feeling. I grabbed onto the windowsill and managed to prop myself up. Then, the prince uttered a single phrase that struck my heart and made me so lightheaded I nearly collapsed: "You're just like the rest of them."

"Get up and wash your filthy self. We leave in thirty minutes. Either that, or crawl back to Napoli." The Prince spat on the ground and turned away, his gaze full of loathing. The Queen, her strength depleted, clenched her fists until her nails drew blood. That foolish Prince! You bastard! I’ll kill you! I’ll send you to hell along with that bitch Snow White! "Snow White! I will never let you have your happy ending!!"

He shouted. The lady shivered excessively. Fear of life moistened her eyes again but anyhow she picked herself up, ran a shaky hand across her face to wipe the sheet of sweat, and whispered, "F-forgive me, Mr. Dursley, I wanted to make your plan work b-but lies would have taken us all to hell built under the ground by the alpha in the face of advanced dungeons." "This wh*re will die today." Ginny caught on his arm and controlled him before he ventured further.

Harold POV I Harold hades am a proud wizard. I have lived for a century and in everything I do, I do with precision. I have fought wars and i have won. I have faced many formidable enemies and I have won all battles. I am not a failure, I am not a quitter neither am I a coward. I can not sit back whilst I am being insulted by a mere teenager. Even this Azanian has no right to display such prowess in my face.I will not stop until i have won this war. One way or the other, I will find Summer's weakness.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

Then I heard his voice call out stopping me in my tracks. "Smart people do not let their emotions cloud their judgment. Choose wisely, and when torn between how to best cut off a painful thorn, look for someone who would do it for you, that way you get it all. That's my final word of advice." He said cryptically, leaving me standing in the dimly lit hallway while I realized that I now hated this "slave girl" label and I'll prove all of them wrong. Blood Moon Academy would be my stepping stone to the top.

“I’m not as selfish as you think; I simply can’t take staying in one place and doing nothing but studying that wretched spell; I don’t want anything else in my life if not to return to this world, but now I’d rather die save my mother than remain worthless for the rest of my life!” He couldn’t utter what I said, and I'm still at a loss for words. Even though the words I said were like crayons in my heart, I couldn’t believe that I was a useless human. I brushed my tears away and took a deep breath. It’s not my fault I was born a half-blooded witch who knows nothing but misspelled words.

Alex inquired, but his question was met with silence. As the mysterious potion coursed through Alex's veins, unease washed over him. His vision blurred, and he felt a sudden surge of power and vitality, but at the same time, an unsettling darkness crept into his mind. The room seemed to distort, and he struggled to maintain his balance as he gripped the table for support. Azaroth observed him closely, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Enjoying the taste of power, are you, halfling?" he taunted. "Remember, there's a price to pay for meddling with forces beyond your comprehension."

[*Polyjuice is a potion that appears in Harry Potter Movie, allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else] Dylan flinched. “How do you know the name?” "What?" “That prince called this potion as Polyjuice. But how...?” "Really? Well, I thought I heard him mumbling... about this before. I... don't know." I argued. I can't tell Dylan that the author of this damn novel is plagiarizing the name of a famous potion from a movie, can I? "Don't you need the hair of the person you want to imitate?" “How do you know that too?”