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by
J.K. Rowling
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July 14 - July 14, 2015
Albus Dumbledore was never proud or vain; he could find something to value in anyone, however apparently insignificant or wretched, and I believe that his early losses endowed him with great humanity and sympathy.
“Why isn’t he coming with us?”
“I don’t think you’re a waste of space.”
She looked at him, a long, searching look, then smiled a little sadly, straightened up, and walked away.
An odd symbol, rather like a triangular eye, glistened from a golden chain around his neck.
“Are you referring to the sign of the Deathly Hallows?”
Dumbledore had foreseen that.
HERE LIES DOBBY, A FREE ELF.
Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.
This is the wand that killed Sirius!”
The Gryffindors in front of him had risen and stood facing, not Harry, but the Slytherins. Then the Hufflepuffs stood, and almost at the same moment, the Ravenclaws, all of them with their backs to Harry, all of them looking toward Pansy instead, and Harry, awestruck and overwhelmed, saw wands emerging everywhere, pulled from beneath cloaks and from under sleeves.
“No — no — no!” someone was shouting. “No! Fred! No!”
Fred Weasley could not be dead, the evidence of all his senses
must be lying
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.
“You’ve been so brave.”
“You’ll stay with me?”
“Until the very end,” said James.
It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well.
“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love. By
“Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight!”
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy running through the crowd, not even attempting to fight, screaming for their son.
“NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!”
All around the walls, the headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts were giving him a standing ovation;
