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

by J.K. Rowling

The rest of her speech was lost; Harry had got up and hugged her. He tried to put a lot of unsaid things into the hug and perhaps she understood them, because she patted his cheek clumsily when he released her, then waved her wand in a slightly random way, causing half a pack of bacon to flop out of the frying pan on to the floor.

fact remains he can move faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo when he wants to,

He seemed set on course to become just as reckless a godfather to Teddy Lupin as Sirius Black had been to him.

‘Just going to make it up as we go along, are we? My favourite kind,’ said Fred.

Crying every time

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.

Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

‘We’re all still here,’ she whispered, ‘we’re still fighting. Come on, now …’

but he could not see any of the people he loved, no hint of Hermione, Ron, Ginny or any of the other Weasleys, no Luna.

he would have given all the time remaining to him for just one last look at them;