#hpgf

[onequoteperday]

Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.

Albus Dumbledore (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire)

[artttho]

*instinctually throws up peace signs* 

[cnpperformance]

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[striikee]

Alright which one of you is going to step up and be my girlfriend so we can do this come on guys who’s going to take one for the team and be my girlfriend so we can do cute nerdy shit like this

[ninety-smiles-an-hour]

I just remembered a scene in HPGF that I dog-eared because I found it hilarious. I can't remember what the scene was, so I grab my copy of HPGF that I haven't opened up in a long while and try to find dog-eared pages. I haven't found the scene I'm looking for yet, but I have found Cedric's death and Frank's death (the guy Voldemort kills in the beginning). I was in elementary school when I dog-eared these pages. Wtf.

[magabook-blog]

“’[Voldemort] said my blood would make him stronger than if he’d used someone else’s,’ Harry told Dumbledore. ‘He said the protection my--my mother left in me--he’d have it too. And he was right--he could touch me without hurting himself, he touched my face.’

For a fleeting instant, Harry thought he saw a gleam of something like triumph in Dumbledore’s eyes.”

-Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

[thotinshield]

"It wasn't your fault, Harry," Mrs. Weasley whispered.  "I told him to take the cup with me," said Harry.  Now the burning feeling was in his throat too. He wished Ron would look away.  Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her. His mother's face, his father's voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.

p. 714, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire 

[mockingweasleys]

I am what I am, an’ I’m not ashamed. 'Never be ashamed,’ my ol’ dad used ter say, ‘there’s some who’ll hold it against you, but they’re not worth botherin’ with.

Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire