Quotes from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Page 2)

"And what will you give me in return, Severus?"
"In - in return?" Snape gaped at Dumbledore, and Harry expected him to protest, but after a long moment he said, "Anything."

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. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter.

"Would you like me to do it now?" asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. "Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?"

Well, none of us really fancy it, mate. Imagine if something went wrong, and we ended up a scrawny specky git forever.

Moody: "For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning: It tastes like goblin piss."
Fred: "Have a lot of experience with that, do you, Mad-Eye?"

Fred and George turned to each other and said together, "Wow, we're identical!"
"I dunno though, I think I'm still better looking," said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle.

"Well, that's that plan scuppered," said George, "Obviously there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate."
"Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance," said Fred.

James lifted an invisible sword. "Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart! Like my dad."
Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. "Got a problem with that?"
"No," said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy -"
"Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither?" interjected Sirius.

"I've already got a house, my godfather left me one. So why would I want this one? All the happy memories?"
There was silence. Harry thought he had rather impressed his uncle with this argument.

He will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life.

There's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.

Vot is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?

Harry stunned the Death Eater as they passed. Malfoy looked around, beaming, for his savior, and Ron punched him from under the cloak. Malfoy fell backward on top of the Death Eater, his mouth bleeding, utterly bemused.
"And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!" Ron yelled.

My brother sacrificed many things, Mr. Potter, on his journey to find power, including Ariana, and she was devoted to him. He gave her everything... but time.

Harry: "You're the one who sent Dobby!"
Aberforth: "Where have you left him?"
Harry: "He's dead."
Aberforth: "Sorry to hear it. I liked that elf."

The Order's finished. You-Know-Who's won. Anyone who says otherwise is killing themselves.

"That old berk," muttered Aberforth, taking another swig of mead. "Thought the sun shone out of my brother's every orifice, he did."

It's not a job my brother's given you. It's a suicide mission. Do yourself a favor, boy, and go home. Live a little longer.

I could get her to eat when she wouldn't do it for my mother, I could calm her down, when she was in one of her rages, and when she was quiet, she used to help me feed the goats.

Ron: "The silver doe. Was that you too? Someone sent a doe Patronus to us!"
Aberforth: "Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son. Haven't I just proven my Patronus is a goat?"

Harry: "It's... he left me a job."
Aberforth: "Did he now? Nice job, I hope? Pleasant? Easy? Sort of thing you'd expect an unqualified wizard kid to be able to do without over-stretching themselves?"

What makes you think you can trust him? What makes you think you can believe anything my brother told you? In all the time you knew him, did he ever mention my name? Did he ever mention hers?

Harry: "Why should he...-"
Aberforth: "Keep secrets? You tell me."
Harry: "I trusted him."
Aberforth: "That's a boy's answer. A boy who goes chasing horcruxes on the word of a man who wouldn't even tell you where to start. You're lying!"

"All the same, we should get to bed," whispered Hermione. "It wouldn't do to oversleep tomorrow."
"No," agreed Ron. "A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding."

Nightmare, Muriel ist. She used to come for Christmas every year, then, thank God, she took offence because Fred and George set off a Dungbomb under her chair at dinner.

I wish old Bilius Uncle Bilius was still with us, though; he was a right laugh at weddings. Before he went loopy he was the life and soul of the party. He used to down an entire bottle of Firewhisky, then run on to the dance floor, hoist up his robes and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his -

You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that he must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying.

I won't blast people out of my way just because they're there. That's Voldemort's job.

This isn't your average book, it's pure gold: Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. Explains everything you need to know about girls. if only I'd had this last year I'd have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would've known how to get going with... Well Fred and George gave me a copy, and I've learned a lot. You'd be surprised, it's not all about wandwork, either.

"The fire's lit, but the cauldron's empty," as Ivor Dillonsby put it to me, or, in Enid Smeek's slightly earlier phrase, "She's nutty as squirrel poo."

"Our Headmaster is taking a short break," said Professor McGonagall, pointing at the Snape-shaped hole in the window.

Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same: Harry thought they breathed. What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends... friends... friends...

"Look... at... me..." he whispered. The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.

The idea of a teenage Dumbledore was simply odd, like trying to imagine a stupid Hermione or a friendly Blast-Ended Skrewt.

Apparently wizards poke their noses in everywhere!

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.

Severus Snape wasn't yours. Snape was Dumbledores, Dumbledores from the moment you started hunting down my mother.

Harry: "There's already a good chance Umbridge has chucked it away; the thing doesn't open."
Ron: "Unless she's found a way of opening it and she's now possessed."
Harry: "Wouldn't make any difference to her, she was so evil in the first place."

"When I get married," said Fred, tugging at the collar of his own robes, "I won't be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I'll put a full Body-Bind Curse on Mum until it's all over."

Scrimgeour: "It's time you learned some respect!"
Harry: "It's time you earned it."

You may wear that scar like a crown, Potter, but it is not up to a seventeen-year-old boy to tell me how to do my job!

Scrimgeour: "I notice that your birthday cake is in the shape of a Snitch. Why is that?"
Hermione: "Oh, it can't be a reference to the fact Harry's a great Seeker, that's way too obvious. There must be a secret message from Dumbledore hidden in the icing!"

Hermione launched herself forwards and started punching every inch of him that she could reach. "You - complete - arse - Ronald - Weasley!" She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced.

I've modified my parents' memories so that they're convinced that they're really called Wendell and Monica Wilkins, and that their life's ambition is to move to Australia, which they have now done.

Ginny: "I think Mum thinks that if she can stop the three of you getting together and planning, she'll be able to delay you leaving."
Harry: "And then what does she think's going to happen? Someone else might kill off Voldemort while she's holding us here making vol-au-vents?"

Harry: "You think I'm a fool?"
Lupin: "No, I think you're like James, who would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his friends."

There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
"Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "Oi! There's a war going on here!"

Snape: "Mediocre, arrogant as his father, a determined rule-breaker, delighted to find himself famous, attention-seeking and impertinent -"
Dumbledore: "You see what you expect to see, Severus. Other teachers report that the boy is modest, likeable and reasonably talented. Personally, I find him an engaging child."

Harry: "Dumbledore would have given me the sword? Maybe he thought it would look nice on my wall."
Scrimgeour: "This is not a joke, Potter! Did he give you that sword, Potter, because he believed, as do many, that you are the one destined to destroy He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
Harry: "Interesting theory. Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword in Voldemort? Maybe the Ministry should put some people onto that."

"Hello, Minister!" bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. "Did I mention I'm resigning?"