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

by J.K. Rowling

Possibly the cup of tea was Dudley’s idea of a clever booby trap.

I think it was his way of showing he kinda cared, without actually showing it.

‘Are you out of your mind?’ demanded Harry. ‘A plot to get this house? Are you actually as stupid as you look?’

‘Just in case you’ve forgotten,’ said Harry, ‘I’ve already got a house, my godfather left me one. So why would I want this one? All the happy memories?’

‘Dad,’ said Dudley in a loud voice, ‘Dad – I’m going with these Order people.’ ‘Dudley,’ said Harry, ‘for the first time in your life, you’re talking sense.’

‘I don’t think you’re a waste of space.’ If Harry had not seen Dudley’s lips move, he might not have believed it. As it was, he stared at Dudley for several seconds before accepting that it must have been his cousin who had spoken; for one thing, Dudley had turned red. Harry was embarrassed and astonished himself. ‘Well … er … thanks, Dudley.’

Again, Dudley appeared to grapple with thoughts too unwieldy for expression before mumbling, ‘You saved my life.’

‘Dunno,’ muttered Dudley. ‘See you, Harry.’ ‘Yeah …’ said Harry, taking Dudley’s hand and shaking it. ‘Maybe. Take care, Big D.’

‘Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Muggle Prime Minister?’ he called across the room. ‘He can get along without me for one night,’ said Kingsley. ‘You’re more important.’

Don’t boost his ego more Kingsley 😂

‘This is different, pretending to be me –’ ‘Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry,’ said Fred earnestly. ‘Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever.’

Fred and George turned to each other and said together, ‘Wow – we’re identical!’ ‘I dunno, though, I think I’m still better-looking,’ said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle. ‘Bah,’ said Fleur, checking herself in the microwave door, ‘Bill, don’t look at me – I’m ’ideous.’

‘I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo,’ said Ron, looking down at his bare chest. ‘Harry, your eyesight really is awful,’ said Hermione, as she put on glasses.

‘Is this it? Is this Sirius’s bike?’ ‘The very same,’ said Hagrid, beaming down at Harry. ‘An’ the last time you was on it, Harry, I could fit yeh in one hand!’

But the owl lay motionless and pathetic as a toy on the floor of her cage. He could not take it in, and his terror for the others was paramount.

I'll never get over this. And the fact he lost his Firebolt too 😭😭

He knew a dreadful, gut-wrenching pang for Hedwig as it exploded;

I’m a mess 😭

The realisation crashed over him: he felt ashamed of himself as the tears stung his eyes. The owl had been his companion, his one great link with the magical world whenever he had been forced to return to the Dursleys.

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‘Saint-like,’ he murmured. ‘What’s wrong with him?’ croaked Fred, looking terrified. ‘Is his mind affected?’ ‘Saint-like,’ repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. ‘You see … I’m holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?’ Mrs Weasley sobbed harder than ever. Colour flooded Fred’s pale face. ‘Pathetic,’ he told George. ‘Pathetic! With the whole wide world of ear-related humour before you, you go for holey?’ ‘Ah well,’ said George, grinning at his tear-soaked mother. ‘You’ll be able to tell us apart now, anyway, Mum.’

Nope. Not thinking about it.

‘And are they getting married in my bedroom?’ asked Ron furiously. ‘No! So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left –’ ‘Don’t talk to your mother like that,’ said Mr Weasley firmly. ‘And do as you’re told.’

Merlins saggy left testicle 😂

Ron got back off the bed, put his arm around her once more and frowned at Harry as though reproaching him for lack of tact. Harry could not think of anything to say, not least because it was highly unusual for Ron to be teaching anyone else tact.

Ron jumped off the bed, skidded on a discarded Chocolate Frog wrapper and smacked his head on the opposite wall,

She was looking at him steadily; he, however, found it difficult to look back at her; it was like gazing into a brilliant light.

The Last Will and Testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore” … yes, here we are … “to Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, in the hope that he will remember me when he uses it.”’

‘“To Miss Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive.”’

‘“To Harry James Potter,”’ he read, and Harry’s insides contracted with a sudden excitement, ‘“I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill.”’

‘No,’ agreed Ron. ‘A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom’s mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding. I’ll get the lights.’

‘When I get married,’ said Fred, tugging at the collar of his own robes, ‘I won’t be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I’ll put a full Body-Bind Curse on Mum until it’s all over.’

Still not thinking about it

‘This girl is very nice-looking,’ Krum said, recalling Harry to his surroundings. Krum was pointing at Ginny, who had just joined Luna. ‘She is also a relative of yours?’ ‘Yeah,’ said Harry, suddenly irritated, ‘and she’s seeing someone. Jealous type. Big bloke. You wouldn’t want to cross him.’

Oh Harry 😂

‘Parents,’ said Harry, ‘shouldn’t leave their kids unless – unless they’ve got to.’

‘Kreacher, no!’ shouted Harry. Kreacher’s thin arms trembled with the weight of the pan, still held aloft. ‘Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?’ Ron laughed. ‘We need him conscious, Kreacher, but if he needs persuading you can do the honours,’ said Harry. ‘Thank you very much, Master,’ said Kreacher with a bow,

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As August wore on, the square of unkempt grass in the middle of Grimmauld Place shrivelled in the sun until it was brittle and brown. The inhabitants of number twelve were never seen by anybody in the surrounding houses, and nor was number twelve itself. The Muggles who lived in Grimmauld Place had long since accepted the amusing mistake in the numbering that had caused number eleven to sit beside number thirteen.

Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.

He had spilled his own blood more times than he could count; he had lost all the bones in his right arm once; this journey had already given him scars to his chest and forearm to join those on his hand and forehead, but never, until this moment, had he felt himself to be fatally weakened, vulnerable and naked, as though the best part of his magical power had been torn from him.

‘Look what he asked from me, Hermione! Risk your life, Harry! And again! And again! And don’t expect me to explain everything, just trust me blindly, trust that I know what I’m doing, trust me even though I don’t trust you! Never the whole truth! Never!’

‘I don’t know who he loved, Hermione, but it was never me. This isn’t love, the mess he’s left me in. He shared a damn sight more of what he was really thinking with Gellert Grindelwald than he ever shared with me.’

‘You’ve sort of made up for it tonight,’ said Harry. ‘Getting the sword. Finishing off the Horcrux. Saving my life.’ ‘That makes me sound a lot cooler than I was,’ Ron mumbled. ‘Stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was,’ said Harry. ‘I’ve been trying to tell you that for years.’

Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville.

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Harry realised that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends … friends … friends … Harry felt a great rush of affection for Luna.

‘Harry,’ said Hermione, moving across to him and handing him back Lily’s letter, ‘I’m sorry, but I think you’ve got this wrong, all wrong.’

Hermione always doubting Harry, but he almoat always turns out to be right, albiet some details changed.

‘I’d say that it’s one short step from “wizards first” to “purebloods first”, and then to “Death Eaters”,’ replied Kingsley. ‘We’re all human, aren’t we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.’

It does baffle me how JK wrote stuff likethis, but then thinks Trans need their rights taken away.

‘I’d tell him we’re all with him in spirit,’ said Lupin, then hesitated slightly. ‘And I’d tell him to follow his instincts, which are good and nearly always right.’

Lupin knows

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

‘Harry, we want to help you!’ Luna whispered. ‘We can’t leave you here,’ said Dean. ‘Go, both of you! We’ll see you at Bill and Fleur’s.’

People are always willing to help Harry 😭

‘Dobby, no, don’t die, don’t die –’ The elf’s eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words. ‘Harry … Potter …’

I’m a puddle on the floor. I’ll never not cry over Dobby and the other deaths in this book 😭😭

Harry had his retort ready for when they asked him why he had not simply created a perfect grave with his wand, but he did not need it. They jumped down into the hole he had made with spades of their own, and together they worked in silence until the hole seemed deep enough.

Dean and this scene should've been in the film.

Harry wrapped the elf more snugly in his jacket. Ron sat on the edge of the grave and stripped off his shoes and socks, which he placed upon the elf’s bare feet. Dean produced a woollen hat, which Harry placed carefully upon Dobby’s head, muffling his bat-like ears.

😭😭😭

‘There,’ she said softly. ‘Now he could be sleeping.’

Here lies Dobby, a Free Elf.

❤️

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

‘This way!’ Harry yelled, and still shooting Stunning Spells at the advancing goblins he sprinted towards the blind dragon. ‘Harry – Harry – what are you doing?’ cried Hermione. ‘Get up, climb up, come on –’

They didn't need to give this part to Hermione in the movies.

Behind him, whether from delight or fear he could not tell, Ron kept swearing at the top of his voice, and Hermione seemed to be sobbing.

It was of Ron and Hermione that he thought as he whispered, ‘Expecto patronum!’