Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter, #7)

by J.K. Rowling

“Parents,” said Harry, “shouldn’t leave their kids unless — unless they’ve got to.”

“Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?”

Kreacher's arc is one of my fav things

“I’m sorry, Dad,” Percy said.

Yup tears.

And then a silver hare, a boar, and a fox soared past Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s heads: The dementors fell back before the creatures’ approach. Three more people had arrived out of the darkness to stand beside them, their wands outstretched, continuing to cast their Patronuses: Luna, Ernie, and Seamus. “That’s right,” said Luna encouragingly, as if they were back in the Room of Requirement and this was simply spell practice for the D.A. “That’s right, Harry . . . come on, think of something happy. . . .” “Something happy?” he said, his voice cracked. “We’re all still here,” she whispered, “we’re still fighting. Come on, now. . . .”

Im crying

apparently asleep beneath the dark, enchanted ceiling.

Uncalled for

His will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death.

Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?

Harry looked at his mother.

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Because if it does . . . I am the true master of the Elder Wand.”

GO OFF HARRY YOU TELL HIM

he saw the two whose company he craved most.

TEARS AGAIN

But Harry had eyes only for the man who stood in the largest portrait directly behind the headmaster’s chair. Tears were sliding down from behind the half-moon spectacles into the long silver beard, and the pride and the gratitude emanating from him filled Harry with the same balm as phoenix song.

No tears left to cry (I say as they stream down my face)