All Quotes By Tag: Harry-potter

“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.”

“An Unbreakable Vow?” said Ron, looking stunned. “Nah, he can’t have…. Are you sure?””Yes I’m sure,” said Harry. “Why, what does it mean?””Well, you can’t break an Unbreakable Vow…””I’d worked that much out for myself, funnily enough.”

“Why were you lurking under our window?””Yes – yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy?””Listening to the news,” said Harry in a resigned voice.His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage.”Listening to the news! Again?””Well, it changes every day, you see,” said Harry.”

“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 HOLEY, Fred, geddit?”

“Don’t talk to me.””Why not?””Because I want to fix that in my memory for ever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret…”

“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.”

“Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people’s business.Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.”

“And he knew that at that moment, they understood each other perfectly, and when he told her what he was going to do now, she would not say ‘be careful’ or ‘don’t do it’, but she would accept his decision because she would not have expected anything less of him.”

“Well, obviously, she’s feeling very sad, because of Cedric dying. Then I expect she’s feeling confused because she liked Cedric and now she likes Harry, and she can’t work out who she likes best. Then she’ll be feeling guilty, thinking it’s an insult to Cedric’s memory to be kissing Harry at all, and she’ll be worrying about what everyone else might say about her if she starts going out with Harry. And she probably can’t work out what her feelings towards Harry are anyway, because he was the one who was with Cedric when Cedric died, so that’s all very mixed up and painful. Oh, and she’s afraid she’s going to be thrown off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because she’s flying so badly.” A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, “One person can’t feel all that at once, they’d explode.”

“We can’t choose our fate, but we can choose others. Be careful in knowing that.”

“Besides, the world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters. We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.”

“Like the fact that the person Sirius cared for the most about in the world was you,” said Dumbledore quietly.”

“Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”

“Ginny, listen…I can’t be involved with you anymore. We’ve got to stop seeing each other. We can’t be together.””It’s for some stupid noble reason isn’t it?””It’s been like…like something out of someone else’s life these last few weeks with you. But I can’t…we can’t…I’ve got to do things alone now. Voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. He’s already used you as bait once, and that was just because you were my best friend’s sister. Think how much danger you’ll be in if we keep this up. He’ll know, he’ll find out. He’ll try and get me through you.””What if I don’t care?””I care. How do you think I’d feel if this was your funeral…and it was my fault…”

“Well?” Ron said finally, looking up at Harry. “How was it?”Harry considered it for a moment. “Wet,” he said truthfully.Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell.”Because she was crying,” Harry continued heavily.”Oh,” said Ron, his smile faded slightly. “Are you that bad at kissing?””Dunno,” said Harry, who hadn’t considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. “Maybe I am.”