I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.
I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.
Oh, it can't be a reference to the fact Harry's a great Seeker, that's way to obvious. There must be a secret message from Dumbledore hidden in the icing!
The silence was unbearable to him. If the pictures could have reflected the feelings inside him, they would have been screaming in pain.
Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic.
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple...
Get away from my daughter you BITCH!!!
I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter's son safe.
On and on they flew, over the countryside parceled out in patches of green and brown, over roads and rivers winding through the landscapes like strips of matte and glossy ribbon.
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 impossiblity, because Fred Weasley could not be dead, the evidence of all his senses must be lying -
Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: his will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death.
Being fed, and having a soft bed, and other people being in charge, seemed the most wonderful prospect in the world at that moment.
Great, tell me when you've defeated Voldemort for me, will you?
I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.
On Harry dug, deeper and deeper into the hard, cold earth, subsuming his grief in sweat, denying the pain in his scar.
Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind that neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his whole life...
You see what you expect to see, Severus.
Bill, don't look at me; I'm hideous.
Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset.
I love to read. Most kids don't, but I'm different.
Only the difference between truth and lies, courage and cowardice.
Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before...and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.
Brains like that you could be a Death Eater son.
Harry, you wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.
I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. 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. One hour. -Voldemort
Parents shouldn't leave their kids unless -unless they've got to.
There it was again: Choose what to believe. He wanted the truth. Why was everybody so determined that he should not get it?
Cinderella? Snow White? What's that? An illness?
He can run faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo.
I think the answer is: a circle that has no beginning.
Perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.
There was a brief silence in which the distant echo of Hagrid smashing down a wooden front door seemed to reverberate through the intervening years.
Contemplating the task ahead would not make it easier or the water warmer.
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?
If you have to ask, you'll never know. If you know, you need only ask.
Potter! There are hundreds of people thundering through my pub!
There's the silver lining I'm looking for.
Dawn was breaking over the horizon, shell pink and faintly gold...
He felt that he was still groping in the dark; he had chosen his path but kept looking back, wondering whether he had misread the signs, whether he should not have taken the other way.
I'll join you when Hell freezes over.
Power was my weakness and my temptation.
They're evacuating the younger kids and everyone's meeting in the Great Hall to get organized... We're fighting.
Death is but crossing the line, as friends do the sea.
He lay face down, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself.
I'm going to keep going until I succeed - or die. Don't think I don't know how this might end. I've known it for years.
Room of Requirement, of course! Surpassed itself, hasn't it? the Carrows were chasing me, and I knew I had just one chance for a hideout: I managed to get through the door and this is what I found! Well, it wasn't exactly like this when I arrived, it was a load smaller, there was only one hammock and just Gryffindor hangings. But it's expanded as more and more of the D.A. have arrived.
Vot is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?
And all along the corridor the statues and suits of armor jumped down from their plinths, and from the echoing crashes from the floors above and below, Harry knew that their fellows throughout the castle had done the same.
Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf!
Her son lives. He has her eyes, precisely her eyes. You remember the shape and color of Lily Evans's eyes, I am sure?
It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well.
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