Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.
You’ve been a good and faithful servant, Severus. But only I can live forever.
If you have to ask, you’ll never know. If you know, you need only ask.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived… come to die.
It is the quality of one’s convictions that determines success, not the number of followers.
You’re the brilliant one.[Hermione Granger: We can’t just stand here. Who’s got an idea?]
Hermione, when have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose.[Hermione Granger: We’ve got to plan, we’ve got to figure it out…]
Join me in the Forbidden Forest, and confront your fate.[to Harry]
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If we die for them, Harry, I’m gonna kill you![while they’re rescuing Draco and Blaise]
Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living. And above all, all those who live without love.
Come on, Tom. Let’s finish this the way we started… Together!
Of course it’s happening inside your head, Harry. Why should that mean that it’s not real?[Harry Potter: Is this all real? Or is it just happening inside my head?]
