Quotes from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Page 3)

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?"

Thank you so much, Dobby, for rescuing me from that cellar. It's so unfair that you had to die, when you were so good and so brave. I'll always remember what you did for us. I hope you're happy now.

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

Luna: "I'd want some peace and quiet, if it were me."
Harry: "I'd love some."
Luna: "I'll distract them all. Use your cloak. Oooh, look, a Blibbering Humdinger!"

Harry: "You don't learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you?"
Voldemort: "You dare -"
Harry: "Yes I dare. I know things you don't know, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things that you don't. Want to hear some, before you make another big mistake?"

Snape: "And why may I not have the same information?"
Dumbledore: "I prefer not to put all of my secrets in one basket, particularly not a basket that spends so much time dangling on the arm of Lord Voldemort."

Death is coming for me as surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year's league.

You call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?

"You're a witch," whispered Snape. She looked affronted.
"That's not a very nice thing to say to somebody!"

George: "So what's the plan, Harry?"
Harry: "There isn't one."
Fred: "Just going to make it up as we go along, are we? My favourite kind."

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best-laid plans.

Your efforts are futile. You cannot fight me. I do not want to kill you. I have great respect for the teachers of Hogwarts.

[..] as a herd of galloping desks thundered past, sheperded by a sprinting Professor McGonagall. She appeared not to notice them: her hair had come down and there was a gash on her cheek. As she turned the corner, they heard her scream: "CHARGE!"

Neville laughed gleefully. "What did you do with the dragon?"
"Released it into the wild," said Ron. "Hermione was all for keeping it as a pet."

"I was a fool!" Percy roared, so loudly that Lupin nearly dropped his photograph. "I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a - a -"
"Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron," said Fred.
Percy swallowed. "Yes I was!"

Norbert? The Norwegian Ridgeback? We call her Norberta now.

Harry: "I'm sorry. I never meant you to have to deal with all of this."
Fleur: "'Arry, you saved my sister's life. I do not forget."

"Bah," said Fleur, checking herself in the microwave door, "Bill, don't look at me - I'm 'ideous."

Yes, and zat eez all very good, but still eet does not explain 'ow zey know we were moving 'Arry tonight, does eet? Somebody must 'ave been careless. Somebody let slip ze date to an outsider. It is ze only explanation for zem knowing ze date but not ze 'ole plan.

"Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry interrupted again.
"So he can sneak up on people," said Ron. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking."

"We protest! And I'm hunted quite as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook! I'm a Mudblood!"
"Don't call yourself -" Ron muttered.
"Why shouldn't I?" said Hermione. "Mudblood, and proud of it!"

Grindelwald. You cannot imagine how his ideas caught me, Harry, inflamed me. Muggles forced into subservience. We wizards triumphant. Grindelwald and I, the glorious young leaders of the revolution. Oh, I had a few scruples. I assuaged my conscience with empty words. It would all be for the greater good, and any harm done would be repaid a hundredfold in benefits for wizards. Did I know, in my heart of hearts, what Gellert Grindelwald was? I think I did, but I closed my eyes.

Hermione: "We need to offer him something else, something just as valuable."
Ron: "Brilliant. I'll go and get one of our other ancient goblin-made swords and you can gift-wrap it."

"Does it hurt?" The childish question had escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it. "Dying? Not at all," said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep."

Snape: "He is his father over again -"
Dumbledore: "In looks, perhaps, but his deepest nature is much more like his mother's."

More evidence, as if it were needed, of the fact that Muggle slaughter is becoming little more than a recreational sport under the new regime.

"If all the alleged sightings of him are genuine, we must have a good nineteen You-Know-Whos running around the place."
"Which suits him, of course," said Kingsley. "The air of mystery is creating more terror than actually showing himself."

For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That's a Basilisk, listeners. One simple test: check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it's safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the last thing you ever do.

"'Support Harry Potter parties' are unwise in the present climate."
"Indeed they are, Romulus," said Lee, "so we suggest that you continue to show your devotion to the man with the lightning scar by listening to Potterwatch!"

"I suppose it helps, when escaping from Death Eaters, if you've got a sixteen-foot-high half-brother?" asked Lee.
"It would tend to give you an edge," agreed Lupin gravely.

Der "Boy Who Lived" remains a symbol of everything for which we are fighting: the triumph of good, the power of innocence, the need to keep resisting.

"You've sort of made up for it tonight," said Harry. "Getting the sword. Finishing off the Horcux. Saving my life."
"That makes me sound a lot cooler than I was," Ron mumbled.
"Stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was," said Harry. "I've been trying to tell you that for years."

Kingsley Shacklebolt: "The last words that Albus Dumbledore said to the pair of us."
Remus Lupin: "Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him."

The Ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead. They are coming.

Muggles remain ignorant of the source of their suffering as they continue to sustain heavy casualties. However, we continue to hear truly inspirational stories of wizards and witches risking their own safety to protect Muggle friends and neighbors, often without the Muggles' knowledge. I'd like to appeal to all our listeners to emulate their example, perhaps by casting a protective charm over any Muggle dwellings in your street. Many lives could be saved if such simple measures are taken.

Listeners, I'd like to invite you now to join us in a second's silence in memory of Ted Tonks, Dirk Cresswell, Bathilda Bagshot, Gornuk, and the unnamed, but no less regretted, Muggles murdered by the Death Eaters.

"How do you feel, Georgie?" whispered Mrs. Weasley.
George's fingers groped for the side of his head.
"Saintlike," he murmured.
"What's wrong with him?" croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?"
"Saintlike," repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. "You see... I'm hol(e)y, Fred, geddit?"

"Excellent, I think I see a few Veela cousins," said George, craning his neck for a better look. "They'll need help understanding our English customs, I'll look after them..."
"Not so fast, Lugless," said Fred, and darting past the gaggle of middle-aged witches heading the procession he said, "Here - permettez-moi to assister vous," to a pair of pretty French girls, who giggled and allowed him to escort them inside.

These are dark times, there is no denying. Our world has, perhaps, faced no greater threat than it does today. But I say this to our citizenry - we, ever your servants, will continue to defend your liberty and repel the forces that seek to take it from you. Your ministry remains strong.

"Why are they all staring?" demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students.
"Don't let it worry you," said Ron. "It's me. I'm extremely famous."

Lily: "You've been so brave."
James: "You are nearly there. Very close. We are... so proud of you."

Harry: "You'll stay with me?"
James: "Until the very end."

Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off -

Severus Snape: "I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just -"
Lily Evans: "Slipped out? It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends... you've chosen your way, I've chosen mine."

"Kill me, then!" demanded the old man. "You will not win, you cannot win! That wand will never, ever be yours -" And Voldemort's fury broke: A burst of green light filled the prison room and the frail old body was lifted from its hard bed and then fell back, lifeless.