Book: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“You surprised me with this,” Hermione responded.

And no, your permission is not asked Minerva McGonagall! Your time has passed. Now we're in charge and you got my back, or you will have to pay dearly for it!

Only the difference between truth and lie, bravery and cowardice, ' said Professor McGonagall, turning pale. - In General, just that the difference, which you and your sister do not understand. But there is one thing you will have to understand. You will not be able to blame their eternal stupidity on the Hogwarts students. I will not allow it!

- Anyway, we should get to bed, whispered Hermione. - And then tomorrow will crawl like sleepy flies.
- Yeah, ' agreed Ron. - A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a bit of damper a wedding. Light I'll turn it off.

Parents should not leave their kids unless -- unless they have no choice.

Harry crouched down, and Albus's face was slightly above his head. Of the three children, only Albus inherited Lily's eyes.
- Albus Severus, 'said Harry quietly, so to hear they could only Ginny,' you were named after two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a graduate of Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I knew.
- But if...
- Then Slytherin house will become the perfect student, right? For us it doesn't matter, al. But if this is important to you, you will be able to choose between Gryffindor and Slytherin. The sorting hat takes your choice into account.
Really?
My she considered, ' said Harry.

What's the point of being a world famous Quidditch player if all the pretty girls are gone?

- Hey, what are you going to do with all these books? asked Ron, limping moving to the bed.
- Trying to decide, ' replied Hermione - what to bring when we go looking for the Horcruxes.
- And, of course, clapping a hand to his forehead, said Ron. - I forgot to hunt Volan de mort we will be driving around in a mobile library.

As if he wanted to lose the feelings... If he could tear my heart, my intestines, everything comes tears inside him...

It is a pity that I never will meet... But he finds out that I died, and I hope you will understand. I tried to make a better world, in which he will live.

... it didn't really matter. The value had only a dark stain spreading on his chest Dobby, and the fact that he pleadingly reached for Harry's hand. Harry caught him and laid him sideways on the grass.
Dobby, don't, please don't die, don't die on me...
Eyes the elf met his eyes, her lips trembled with the effort of folding words:
- Harry, Potter.
And then the house jerked and fell silent. In his motionless, like glass beads, her eyes sparkled light from the stars, which he could not see.

Okay. Okay. But - don't tell anyone, Dumbledore! This has to stay between us. Swear! I cannot bear... especially Potter's son... Give me the word!
- Give the word, Severus, that I never will tell about the best that is in you? Dumbledore sighed, looking angry, haggard face Snape. Well, if you insist...

... For power is best suited to those who never it does not sought. Like you, host guide, because they have given him, putting on a General's uniform out of necessity, and then is surprised to find that he sits on them...

- Look what I found.
He handed the letter to his mother. Hermione took the letter and began to read; Harry followed closely behind her. When she reached the end of the page, she looked up at him.
Oh, Harry...