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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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He knew one thing only, and it was beyond fear or reason: He was not going to die crouching here like a child playing hide-and-seek; he was not going to die kneeling at Voldemort’s feet … he was going to die upright like his father, and he was going to die trying to defend himself, even if no defence was possible.
Firs’ - years! Firs’ - years over here!
If I look back…
-After all this time?
The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years.
I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You’re not a bad person. You’re a very good person, who bad things have happened to. Besides, the world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters. We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.
Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest t r e a s u r e
hp meme | [8/10] characters → tom riddle/lord voldemort
When I first met young Mr. Riddle, he was a quiet albeit brilliant boy, committed to becoming a first rate wizard. Not unlike others I’ve known. Not unlike yourself. If the monster existed it was buried deep within.
“…Gringotts falls under Wizarding rule, house-elves are slaughtered, and who amongst the wand-carriers protests?”
“We do!” said Hermione. She had sat up straight, her eyes bright. “We protest! And I’m hunted quite as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook! I’m a Mudblood!”
“Don’t call yourself –” Ron muttered.
“Why shouldn’t I?” said Hermione. “Mudblood, and proud of it! I’ve got no higher position under this new order than you have, Griphook! It was me they chose to torture, back at the Malfoys!”
he had found home here
Promise you’ll write this summer. Both of you.
I’m going to keep going until I succeed — or die. Don’t think I don’t know how this might end. I’ve known it for years.
These are dark times, there is no denying. Our world has perhaps faced no greater threat than it does today.
“I don’t – want – to – go!” said Petunia, and she dragged her hand back out of her sister’s grasp. “You think I want to go to some stupid castle and learn to be a – a – you think I want to be a – a freak?” Lily’s eyes filled with tears as Petunia succeeded in tugging her hand away. “I’m not a freak,” said Lily. “That’s a horrible thing to say.” “That’s where you’re going,” said Petunia with relish. “A special school for freaks. You and that Snape boy…weirdos, that’s what you two are. It’s good you’re being separated from normal people. It’s for our safety.” “You didn’t think it was such a freak’s school when you wrote to the headmaster and begged him to take you.”
