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

Kill me, then, Voldemort, I welcome death! But my death will not bring you what you seek... there is so much you do not understand...

Carrow: "Couple of kids more or less, what's the difference?"
McGonagall: "Only the difference between truth and lies, courage and cowardice. A difference, in short, which you and your sister seem unable to appreciate."

Bellatrix: "How dare you defy your masters?"
Dobby: "Dobby has no master! Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!"

"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.

Bless him, and to think I used to dream of chopping off his head.

Master Regulus was strange, not as he usually was, disturbed in his mind, Kreacher could tell ... and he asked Kreacher to take him to the cave, the cave where Kreacher had gone with the Dark Lord.

Fight! Fight for my master, the defender of the house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus!

Kreacher: "Kreacher needed water, he crawled to the island's edge and he drank from the black lake ... and hands, dead hands, came out of the water and dragged Kreacher under the surface..."
Harry: "How did you get away?"
Kreacher: "Master Regulus told Kreacher to come back."
Harry: "I know – but how did you escape the Inferi?"
Kreacher: "Master Regulus told Kreacher to come back."

The diadem of Ravenclaw? A little extra wisdom never goes amiss Potter, but I hardly think it would be much use in this situation.

You'll do no more murder at Hogwarts!

You realize, of course, that nothing we do will be able to keep out You-Know-Who indefinitely?

Dirk Cresswell: "Muggle-born, eh?"
Dean Thomas: "Not sure. My dad left my mum when I was a kid. I've got no proof he was a wizard, though."

I know Harry Potter. And I reckon he's the real thing - the Chosen One, or whatever you want to call it.

We're fighting, aren't we? The message said Harry was back, and we were going to fight! I'll have to get a wand, though...

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."

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

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

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?"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 -