The best Quotes from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Page 4)

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.

The frail man sat up, great sunken eyes fixed upon him, upon Voldemort, and then he smiled. Most of his teeth were gone... "So, you have come. I thought you would... one day. But your journey was pointless. I never had it."

They say he showed remorse in later years, alone in his cell at Nurmengard. I hope that is true. I would like to think that he did feel the horror and shame of what he had done. Perhaps that lie to Voldemort was his attempt to make amends... to prevent Voldemort from taking the Hallow...

Severus Snape: "He fancies you, James Potter fancies you! And he's not... everyone thinks... big Quidditch hero -"
Lily Evans: "I know James Potter's an arrogant toerag. I don't need you to tell me that."

Not Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy... not Harry! Not Harry! Please - I'll do anything...

"You didn't think it was such a freak's school when you wrote to the Headmaster and begged him to take you." Petunia turned scarlet.

Beste Freunde? Das sind wir, Sev, aber ich mag eben manche von den Leuten nicht, mit denen du rumhängst! Tut mir leid, aber ich hasse Avery und Mulciber!

The thing is, it helps when people stand up to them, it gives everyone hope. I used to notice that when you did it, Harry.

When Harry stood up again, the stone read: Here lies Dobby, a free elf.

They bit off a bit more than they could chew with Gran. Little old witch living alone, they probably think they didn't need to send anyone particularly powerful. Anyway, Dawlish is still in St Mungo's and Gran is on the run. She sent me a letter, telling me she was proud of me, that I'm my parents' son, and to keep it up.

We’re all going to keep fighting, Harry. You know that?

As inspiring as I find your bloodlust Bellatrix, I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.

"I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you ever meet some Veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."
"I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest."
"There's a silver lining I've been looking for," she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she never kissed him before.

The aged caretaker had just come hobbling into view, shouting, "Students out of bed! Students in the corridors!"
"They’re supposed to be, you blithering idiot!" shouted McGonagall.

We teachers are rather good at magic, you know.

His name is Voldemort. Filius, you might as well use it. He's going to try to kill you either way.

I brought you here 16 years ago when you were no bigger than a Bowtruckle. Seems only right that I should be the one to take you away now.

"Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred.
"Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it?"
"Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard?"
"I forge' the details," Hagrid chortled.

Snape: "Hide them all, then. Keep her - them - safe. Please."
Dumbledore: "And what will you give me in return, Severus?"
Snape: "In - return? Anything."

Dirk Cresswell is ten times the wizard you are. And if he survives Azkaban, you'll have to answer to him, not to mention his wife, his sons, and his friends.

I'll prove who I am, Kingsley, after I've seen my son, now back off if you know what's good for you!

We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter’s the one
And Voldy’s gone mouldy, so now let's have fun

"Hogwarts is threatened!" shouted Professor McGonagall. "Man the boundaries, protect us, do your duty to our school!"

My Lord... might it... be less, uh - might it not be more prudent to call off this attack and simply seek the boy yourself?

Draco, if we are the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiven.

"Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?"
The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers.
"Yes," he breathed back.
He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. The it was withdrawn. She had sat up.
"He is dead!" Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.

"We had bette be certain, Lucius," Narcissa called to her husband in her cold, clear voice. "Completely sure that it is Potter, before we summon the Dark Lord."

"Harry, guess what?" said Tonks from her perch on top of the washing machine, and she wiggled her left hand at him; a ring glittered there.

One of those superstitions, isn't it?
"May-born witches will marry Muggles."
"Jinx by twilight, undone by midnight."
"Wand of elder, never prosper."
You must've heard them. My mum's full of them.

Bellatrix's gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: for the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed. Voldemort's fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb.

What will happen to your children when I've killed you? When Mummy's gone the same way as Freddie?

If she dies under questioning, I'll take you next. Blood traitor is next to Mudblood in my book.

You lost your authority when you lost your wand, Lucius!

The deserted Ravenclaw common room was a wide, circular room, airier than any Harry had ever seen at Hogwarts. Graceful arched windows punctuated the walls, which were hung with blue- and-bronze silks: By day, the Ravenclaws would have a spectacular view of the surrounding mountains. The ceiling was domed and painted with stars, which were echoed in the midnight-blue carpet. There were tables, chairs, and bookcases, and in a niche opposite the door stood a tall statue of white marble. Harry recognised Rowena Ravenclaw.

This is his symbol, I recognised it at vunce: Grindelvald carved it into a vall at Durmstrang ven he vos a pupil there. Some idiots copied it onto their books and clothes thinking to shock, make themselves impressive . until those of us who had lost family members to Grindelvald taught them better.

Lily Evans: "Doesn't your dad like magic?"
Severus Snape: "He doesn't like anything, much."

Lily: "I'm not a freak. That's a horrible thing to say."
Petunia: "That's where you're going. A special school for freaks."

That's where you're going. A special school for freaks. You and that Snape boy… weirdos, that's what you two are. It's good you're being separated from normal people. It's for our safety.

The time has come for Slytherin House to decide upon its loyalties.

Phineas Nigellus called, in his high, reedy voice, "And let it be noted that Slytherin House played its part! Let our contribution not be forgotten!"

If you'd like to see what the diadem's supposed to look like, I could take you up to our common room and show you, Harry. Ravenclaw's wearing it in her statue.