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

by J.K. Rowling

“Oh, of course,” said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. “I forgot we’ll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.”

“Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword in Voldemort? Maybe the Ministry should put some people onto that,

Grief, it seemed, drove Voldemort out . . . though Dumbledore, of course, would have said that it was love. .

“After all this time?” “Always,” said Snape.

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. . . .

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

“NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!”