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

by J.K. Rowling

‘Stag?’ roared the barman. ‘It’s a goat, idiot!’

A goat! 😂

‘Did he, now?’ said Aberforth. ‘Funny thing, how many of the people my brother cared about very much, ended up in a worse state than if he’d left ’em well alone.’

So true.

I’m going to keep going until I succeed – or I die. Don’t think I don’t know how this might end. I’ve known it for years.’

😭😭

And out of it, his hair overgrown, his face cut, his robes ripped, clambered the real Neville Longbottom, who gave a roar of delight, leapt down from the mantelpiece and yelled, ‘I knew you’d come! I knew it, Harry!’

‘Why can’t you tell us? It’s something to do with fighting You-Know-Who, right?’ ‘Well, yeah –’ ‘Then we’ll help you.’

Ginny gave Harry a radiant smile: he had forgotten, or had never fully appreciated, how beautiful she was,

‘We don’t know where it is. We’ve got to find it fast. We don’t have to tell them it’s a Horcrux.’ Harry looked from Ron to Hermione, who murmured, ‘I think Ron’s right. We don’t even know what we’re looking for, we need them.’ And when Harry looked unconvinced, ‘You don’t have to do everything alone, Harry.’

Yes Harry, accept help for once in your life!

And he spat in her face. Harry pulled the Cloak off himself, raised his wand and said, ‘You shouldn’t have done that.’ As Amycus spun round, Harry shouted, ‘Crucio!’

HARRY!

‘I see what Bellatrix meant,’ said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, ‘you need to really mean it.’ ‘Potter!’ whispered Professor McGonagall, clutching her heart. ‘Potter – you’re here! What –? How –?’ She struggled to pull herself together. ‘Potter, that was foolish!’ ‘He spat at you,’ said Harry.

Don’t disrespect McGonagall in front of Harry.

‘Hogwarts is threatened!’ shouted Professor McGonagall. ‘Man the boundaries, protect us, do your duty to our school!’

‘Am I too late? Has it started? I only just found out, so I – I –’ Percy spluttered into silence. Evidently he had not expected to run into most of his family.

‘I was a fool!’ Percy roared, so loudly that Lupin nearly dropped his photograph. ‘I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a – a –’ ‘Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron,’ said Fred. Percy swallowed. ‘Yes, I was!’ ‘Well, you can’t say fairer than that,’ said Fred, holding out his hand to Percy.

Before Harry could speak, there was a massive movement. 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 towards Pansy instead, and Harry, awestruck and overwhelmed, saw wands emerging everywhere, pulled from beneath cloaks and from under sleeves.

All for Harry 😭😭

As he leapt aside, a gigantic body flew in through the window and hit the opposite wall. Something large and furry detached itself, whimpering, from the new arrival and flung itself at Harry. ‘Hagrid!’ Harry bellowed, fighting off Fang the boarhound’s attentions as the enormous bearded figure clambered to his feet. ‘What the –?’

HAGGER!!

Have you seen my grandson?’ ‘He’s fighting,’ said Harry. ‘Naturally,’ said the old lady proudly. ‘Excuse me, I must go and assist him.’

There was a clatter as the Basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. 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.

‘And that’s the second time we’ve saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!’ Ron yelled.

He raised his wand, but a dull hopelessness was spreading through him: Fred was gone, and Hagrid was surely dying or already dead; how many more lay dead that he did not yet know about; he felt as though his soul had already half left his body …

I’m a wreck. I’ll never recover.

‘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 …’

‘The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, Severus, because I am not its true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. While you live, Severus, the Elder Wand cannot be truly mine.’

What a dumbass

‘Look … at … me …’ he whispered. 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.

Harry had a clear view of the bodies lying next to Fred: Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking, apparently asleep beneath the dark, enchanted ceiling.

😭💔

‘You do not care, then, about the deaths of her husband and child? They can die, as long as you have what you want?’ Snape said nothing, but merely looked up at Dumbledore.

‘Hide them all, then,’ he croaked. ‘Keep her – them – safe. Please.’ ‘And what will you give me in return, Severus?’

I hate Dumbledore for this. Why want something in return? Why not do it because it's the right thing to do?

‘She and James put their faith in the wrong person,’ said Dumbledore. ‘Rather like you, Severus. Weren’t you hoping that Lord Voldemort would spare her?’

Yeah, not just Wormtail, you too.

‘Souls? We were talking of minds!’ ‘In the case of Harry and Lord Voldemort, to speak of one is to speak of the other.’

He knew and didn't tell Harry.

‘You have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment?’ ‘Don’t be shocked, Severus. How many men and women have you watched die?’ ‘Lately, only those whom I could not save,’ said Snape. He stood up. ‘You have used me.’

I’ll never forgive Dumbledore. Yes he knew he did some things the wrong way, but he was still wrong. For the greater good or not.

‘I have spied for you, and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter’s son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter –’

‘After all this time?’ ‘Always,’ said Snape.

Then he ripped in two the photograph he was also holding, so that he kept the part from which Lily laughed, throwing the portion showing James and Harry back on to the floor, under the chest of drawers …

Dick

But he was home. Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here

All those visits to Hagrid, and the gleam of the copper kettle on the fire, and rock cakes and giant grubs, and his great, bearded face, and Ron vomiting slugs, and Hermione helping him save Norbert

‘You’ve been so brave.’

‘You are nearly there,’ said James. ‘Very close. We are … so proud of you.’

‘Dying? Not at all,’ said Sirius. ‘Quicker and easier than falling asleep.’

‘I am sorry too,’ said Lupin. ‘Sorry I will never know him … but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life.’

‘You’ll stay with me?’ ‘Until the very end,’ said James.

A better quote than always.

‘Harry Potter,’ he said, very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. ‘The boy who lived.’

Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his –

‘Harry.’ He spread his arms wide, and his hands were both whole and white and undamaged. ‘You wonderful boy. You brave, brave man. Let us walk.’

‘Oh, yes!’ said Dumbledore. ‘Yes, he destroyed it. Your soul is whole, and completely your own, Harry.’

I crave your pardon, Harry. I have known, for some time now, that you are the better man.’

Yes he is.

those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.

You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that he must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying.’

‘Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love.

‘Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?’

‘NO!’ The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.

With a single stroke, Neville sliced off the great snake’s head, which spun high into the air, gleaming in the light flooding from the Entrance Hall, and Voldemort’s mouth was open in a scream of fury that nobody could hear, and the snake’s body thudded to the ground at his feet –

Harry saw great winged creatures soaring around the heads of Voldemort’s giants, Thestrals and Buckbeak the Hippogriff scratching at their eyes while Grawp punched and pummelled them;

BUCKBEAK!!!

Harry saw Charlie Weasley overtaking Horace Slughorn, who was still wearing his emerald pyjamas.