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"Fleur, now a perfect Harry copy, walked over to Bill giving him a sloppy, slavish look that Harry hoped with all his heart would never appear on his face again."

"Death's got an invisibility cloak?" Harry Interrupted again.
"So he can sneak up on people," Ron said. "Sometimes he gets bored of running after them, flapping his arms and shrieking...sorry Hermione."

"It was a shock to see Ron and Hermione standing exactly where he had left them, Hermione still holding Lily's letter, Ron at her side looking slightly anxious. Didn't they realize how far they had traveled in the last few minutes?"

"Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice"OI! There's a war going on here!"
"I know, mate," said Ron, breaking away, "so it's now or never, isn't it?"

"IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU HARRY!" roared Ron's voice.

Harry stunned the Death Eater as they passed: Malfoy looked around, beaming, for his savior, and Ron punched him from under the cloak.
"And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!" Ron yelled.

"My word, Severus, that I shall never reveal the best of you?" Dumbledore sighed, looking down into Snape's ferocious, anguished face. "If you insist..."

"Well, I don't know how to break this to you," Ron said, "but I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts."

"Certainly not," Said Dumbledore, "You must kill me."
There was a long silence.
"Would you like me to do it now?" Asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. "Or would you like a few minutes to compose an epitaph?"

He looked fleetingly like a small boy caught in wrongdoing.
"True, true" said Dumbledore, and he was like a child seeking reassurance.

"...And understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying."

"Tell me one last thing," said Harry "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"
Dumbledore beamed at him.
"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"

"We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter's the one. And Voldy's gone moldy, so now let's have fun!"

"With a low cry, George crossed the last few steps between them and, ignoring Fred’s wand, simply grabbed his twin around the neck. For a moment, Fred wavered, looking like he might just win the battle to stay upright, but then the pair sank to the ground, George sobbing, and Fred looking like someone had knocked the wind, sense, and everything else right out of him."