Growing up, the Harry Potter books was a very integral part of my life. In fact, they are one of the few series that I have read countless number of times and each time I have come out learning something new and inspiring. This post today is my tribute to the characters of this amazing series who have inspired a entire generation of young readers.A word of appreciation for J.K. Rowling: I am in awe of your writing power and I am glad that I was part of that generation that grew up with Harry Potter. Thank you for an experience of a lifetime.So here goes, a special tribute to the entire book and the amazing characters who made our journey so memorable.
Hatred rose in Harry such as he had never known before. He flung himself out from behind the fountain and bellowed “Crucio!” Bellatrix screamed. The spell had knocked her off her feet, but she did not writhe and shriek with pain as Neville had — she was already on her feet again, breathless, no longer laughing. Harry dodged behind the golden fountain again — her counterspell hit the head of the handsome wizard, which was blown off and landed twenty feet away, gouging long scratches into the wooden floor. Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy? she yelled. She had abandoned her baby voice now. “You need to mean them, Potter! You need to really want to cause pain — to enjoy it – righteous anger won’t hurt me for long. I’ll show you how it is done, shall I? I’ll give you a lesson.
So, said Dumbledore, slipping off the desk to sit on the floor with Harry, you, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised. I didn’t know it was called that, Sir. But I expect you’ve realized by now what it does? It — well — it shows me my family –And it showed your friend Ron himself as head boy. How did you know –?I don’t need a cloak to become invisible, said Dumbledore gently. Now, can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all? Harry shook his head. Let me explain. The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help?Harry thought. Then he said slowly, It shows us what we want…whatever we want…Yes and no, said Dumbledore quietly. It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have never known your family, see them standing around you. Ronald Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his brothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of all of them. However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.
It’s our dad dying we’re talking about! yelled George. Your father knew what he was getting into, and he won’t thank you for messing things up for the Order! said Sirius angrily in his turn. This is how it is — this is why you’re not in the Order — you don’t understand — there are things worth dying for!
You did read that letter to Grindelwald, didn’t you?Yes, I — I did. She hesitated, looking upset, cradling her tea in her cold hands. I think that’s the worst bit. I know Bathilda thought it was all just talk, but ‘For the Greater Good’ became Grindelwald’s slogan, his justification for all the atrocities he committed later. And . . . from that . . . it looks like Dumbledore gave him the idea. Theysay ‘For the Greater Good’ was even carved over the entrance to Nurmengard. What’s Nurmengard? The prison Grindelwald had built to hold his opponents. He ended up in there himself, once Dumbledore had caught him. Anyway, it’s — it’s an awful thought that Dumbledore’s ideas helped Grindelwald rise to power. But on the other hand, even Rita can’t pretend that they knew each other for more than a few months one summer when they were both really young,..
It matters not! shrieked Voldemort, who had followed every word with rapt attention, but now let out a cackle of mad laughter. It matters not whether Snape was mine or Dumbledore’s, or what petty obstacles they tried to put in my path! I crushed them as I crushed your mother, Snape’s supposed great love! Oh, but it all makes sense, Potter, and in ways that you do not understand! Dumbledore was trying to keep the Elder Wand from me! He intended that Snape should be the true master of the wand! But I got there ahead of you, little boy – I reached the wand before you could get your hands on it, I understood the truth before you caught up. I killed Severus Snape three hours ago, and the Elder Wand, the Deathstick, the Wand of Destiny is truly mine! Dumbledore’s last plan went wrong, Harry Potter! Yeah, it did. said Harry. You’re right. But before you try to kill me, I’d advise you think what you’ve done . . . . Think, and try for some remorse, Riddle. . . .What is this? Of all the things that Harry had said to him, beyond any revelation or taunt, nothing had socked Voldemort like this. Harry saw is pupils contract to thin slits, saw the skin around his eyes whiten. It’s your one last chance, said Harry, it’s all you’ve got left. . . .
Inside was a very comfortable-looking bed, some highly polished oak furniture, a cheerfully crackling fire and, perched on top of the wardrobe — Hedwig! Harry gasped.The snowy owl clicked her beak and fluttered down onto Harry’s arm. Very smart owl you’ve got there, chuckled Tom. Arrived about five minutes after you did. If there’s anything you need, Mr. Potter, don’t hesitate to ask.
It will happen tonight.Harry wheeled around. Professor Trelawney had gone rigid in her armchair; her eyes were unfocused and her mouth sagging. S — sorry? said Harry. But Professor Trelawney didn’t seem to hear him. Her eyes started to roll. Harry sat there in a panic. She looked as though she was about to have some sort of seizure. He hesitated, thinking of running to the hospital wing — and then Professor Trelawney spoke again, in the same harsh voice, quite unlike her own:
The Dark Lord lies alone and friendless, abandoned by his followers. His servant has been chained these twelve years. Tonight, before midnight . . . the servant will break free and set out to rejoin his master. The Dark Lord will rise again with his servant’s aid, greater and more terrible than ever he was. Tonight . . . before midnight . . . the servant . . will set out . . . to rejoin . . . his master. . . .Professor Trelawney’s head fell forward onto her chest. She made a grunting sort of noise. Harry sat there, staring at her. Then, quite suddenly, Professor Trelawney’s head snapped up again. I’m so sorry, dear boy, she said dreamily, the heat of the day, you know . . . I drifted off for a moment. . . . Harry sat there, staring at her. Is there anything wrong, my dear?You — you just told me that the — the Dark Lord’s going to rise again . . . that his servant’s going to go back to him. . . .
There was a scuffling and a great thump. Someone else had clambered out of the tunnel, overbalanced slightly, and fallen. He pulled himself up no the nearest chair, looked around through lopsided horn-rimmed glasses, and said, Am I too late? Has it started. I only just found out, so I — I —Percy spluttered into silence. Evidently he had not expected to run into most of his family. There was a long moment of astonishment, broken by Fleur turning to Lupin and saying, in a wildly transparent attempt to break the tension. So— ‘ow eez leetle Teddy? Lupin blinked at her, startled. The silence between the Weasleys seemed to be solidifying, like ice. I — oh yes— he’s fine! Lupin said loudly. yes, Tonks is with him— at her mother’s — Percy and the other Weasleys were still staring at one another, frozen. Here, I’ve got a picture? Lupin shouted, pulling a photograph from inside his jacket and showing it to Fleur and Harry, who saw a tiny baby with a tuft of bright turquoise hair, waving fat fists at the camera. I was a fool! Percy roared, so loudly that Lupin nearly dropped his photograph. I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a – a —Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron, said Fred. Percy swallowed. Yes, I was! Well, you can’t say fairer than that, said Fred, holding his hand out to Percy. Mrs. Weasley burst into tears,. She ran forward, pushed Fred aside, and pulled Percy into a strangling hug, while he patted her on the back, his eyes on his father. I’m sorry, Dad, Percy said.Mr. Weasley blinked rather rapidly, then he too hurried to hug his son. What made you see sense, Perce? inquired George. It’s been coming on for a while, said Percy, mopping his eyes under his glasses with a corner of his traveling cloak. But I had to find a way out and it’s not so easy at the Ministry, they’re imprisoning traitors all the time. I managed to make contact with Aberforth and he tipped me off ten minutes ago that Hogwarts was going to make a fight of it, so here I am. Well, we do look to our prefects to take a lead at times such as these, said George in a good imitation of Percy’s most pompous manner. Now let’s get upstairs and fight, or all the good Death Eaters’ll be taken.
Bellatrix was still fighting too, fifty yards away from Voldemort, and like her master she dueled three at once: Hermione, Ginny and Luna, all battling their hardest, but Bellatrix was equal to them, and Harry’s attention was diverted as a Killing Curse shot so close to Ginny that she missed death by an inch – He changed course, running at Bellatrix rather than Voldemort, but before he had gone a few steps he was knocked sideways. NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH! Mrs. Weasley threw off her cloak as she ran, freeing her arms, Bellatrix spun on the spot, roaring with laughter at the sight of the new challenger. OUT OF MY WAY! shouted Mrs. Weasley to the three girls, and with a simple swipe of her wand she began to duel. Harry watched with terror and elation as Molly Weasley’s wand slashed and twisted, and Bellatrix Lestrange’s smile faltered and became a snarl. Jets of light flew from both wands, the floor around the witches’ feet became bot and cracked; both woman were fighting to kill. “No!” Mrs. Weasley cried as a few students ran forward, trying to come to her aid.“Get back! Get back! She is mine! Hundreds of people now lined the walls, watching the two fights, Voldemort and his three opponents, Bellatrix and Molly, and Harry stood, invisible, torn between both, wanting to attack and yet to protect, unable to be sure that he would not hit the innocent. What will happen to your children when I’ve killed you? taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly’s curses danced around her. When Mummy’s gone the same way as Freddie? You – will – never – touch – our – children – again! screamed Mrs. Weasley. Bellatrix laughed the same exhilarated laugh her cousin Sirius had given as he toppled backward through the veil, and suddenly Harry knew what was going to happen before it did. Molly’s curse soared beneath Bellatrix’s outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Bellatrix’s gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.
C-cars, Molly, dear? Yes, Arthur, cars, said Mrs. Weasley, her eyes flashing. Imagine a wizard buying a rusty old car and telling his wife all he wanted to do with it was take it apart to see how it worked, while really he was enchanting it to make it fly. Mr. Weasley blinked.
‘You knew? said Harry. You knew I’m a — a wizard? Knew! shrieked Aunt Petunia suddenly. Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that-that school-and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was — a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family! She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had been wanting to say all this for years. Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you’d be just the same, just as strange, just as — as — abnormal — and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!
My Lord, said a voice, desperate and cracked. He turned: there was Lucius Malfoy sitting in the darkest corner, ragged and still bearing the marks of the punishment he had received after the boy’s last escape. One of his eyes remained closed and puffy. My Lord…please…my son…If your son is dead, Lucius, it is not my fault. He did not come and join me, like the rest of the Slytherins. Perhaps he has decided to befriend Harry Potter? No–never, whispered Malfoy. You must hope not. Aren’t–aren’t you afraid, my Lord that Potter might die at another hand but yours? asked Malfoy, his voice shaking. Wouldn’t it be…forgive me…more prudent to call off this battle, enter the castle, and seek him yourself?Do not pretend Lucius. You wish the battle to cease so that you can discover what has happened to your son. And i do not need to seek Potter. Before the night is out, Potter will have come to find me.
When the Dark Mark had been conjured, and the elf had been discovered holding Harry’s wand, what did Crouch do? Went to look in the bushes, said Harry, but there wasn’t anyone else there. Of course,” Sirius muttered, pacing up and down, of course, he’d want to pin it on anyone but his own elf… and then he sacked her? Yes, said Hermione in a heated voice, he sacked her, just because she hadn’t stayed in her tent and let herself get trampled -Hermione, will you give it a rest with the elf! said Ron. Sirius shook his head and said, She’s got the measure of Crouch better than you have, Ron.
If you want to know what a mans like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
Hi, she said brightly as she passed. A few seconds later, Luna Lovegood emerged, trailing behind the rest of the class, a smudge of earth on her nose and her hair tied in a knot on the top of her head. When she saw Harry, her prominent eyes seemed to bulge excitedly and she made a beeline straight for him. Many of his classmates turned curiously to watch. Luna took a great breath and then said, without so much as a preliminary hello: I believe He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named is back, and I believe you fought him and escaped from him.
Er — right, said Harry awkwardly. Luna was wearing what looked like a pair of orange radishes for earrings, a fact that Parvati and Lavender seemed to have noticed, as they were both giggling and pointing at her earlobes. You can laugh! Luna said, her voice rising, apparently under the impression that Parvati and Lavender were laughing at what she had said rather than what she was wearing. But people used to believe there were no such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple- Horned Snorkack!
Well, they were right, weren’t they? said Hermione impatiently. There weren’t any such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Luna gave her a withering look and flounced away, radishes swinging madly. Parvati and Lavender were not the only ones hooting with laughter now.
Her voice was high-pitched, breathy, and little-girlish and again, Harry felt a powerful rush of dislike that he could not explain to himself; all he knew was that he loathed everything about her, from her stupid voice to her fluffy pink cardigan. She gave another little throat- clearing cough (Hem, hem) and continued: Well, it is lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say! She smiled, revealing very pointed teeth. And to see such happy little faces looking back at me! Harry glanced around. None of the faces he could see looked happy; on the contrary, they all looked rather taken aback at being addressed as though they were five years old. I am very much looking forward to getting to know you all, and I’m sure we’ll be very good friends! Students exchanged looks at this; some of them were barely concealing grins. I’ll be her friend as long as I don’t have to borrow that cardigan,Parvati whispered to Lavender, and both of them lapsed into silent giggles. Professor Umbridge cleared her throat again (Hem, hem), but when she continued, some of the breathiness had vanished from her voice. She sounded much more businesslike and now her words had a dull learned-by-heart sound to them. The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills unique to the Wizarding community must be passed down through the generations lest we lose them forever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished, and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching. Professor Umbridge paused here and made a little bow to her fellow staff members, none of whom bowed back. Professor McGonagall’s dark eyebrows had contracted so that she looked positively hawk like, and Harry distinctly saw her exchange a significant glance with Professor Sprout as Umbridge gave another little “Hem, hem” and went on with her speech. Every headmaster and headmistress of Hogwarts has brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic school, and that is as it should be, for without progress there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progress’s sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation . . .
You see! said a strained voice. Tonks was glaring at Lupin. She still wants to marry him, even though he’s been bitten! She doesn’t care! It’s different, said Lupin, barely moving his lips and looking suddenly tense. Bill will not be a full werewolf. The cases are completely —But I don’t care either, I don’t care! said Tonks, seizing the front of Lupin’s robes and shaking them. I’ve told you a million times…And the meaning of Tonks’s Patronus and her mouse-colored hair, and the reason she had come running to find Dumbledore when she had heard a rumor someone had been attacked by Greyback, all suddenly became clear to Harry; it had not been Sirius that Tonks had fallen in love with after all. And I’ve told you a million times, said Lupin, refusing to meet her eyes, staring at the floor, that I am too old for you, too poor… too dangerous… I’ve said all along you’re taking a ridiculous line on this, Remus, said Mrs. Weasley over Fleur’s shoulder as she patted her on the back. I am not being ridiculous, said Lupin steadily. Tonks deserves somebody young and whole. But she wants you, said Mr. Weasley, with a small smile. And after all, Remus, young and whole men do not necessarily remain so. He gestured sadly at his son, lying between them. This is… not the moment to discuss it, said Lupin, avoiding everybody’s eyes as he looked around distractedly. Dumbledore is dead…Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world, said Professor McGonagall curtly, just as the hospital doors opened again and Hagrid walked in.
No one knows why you lost your powers when you attacked me, said Harry abruptly. I don’t know myself. But I know why you couldn’t kill me. Because my mother died to save me. My common Muggle-born mother, he added, shaking with suppressed rage. She stopped you killing me. And I’ve seen the real you, I saw you last year. You’re a wreck. You’re barely alive. That’s where all your power got you. You’re in hiding. You’re ugly, you’re foul —Riddle’s face contorted. Then he forced it into an awful smile.
So. Your mother died to save you. Yes, that’s a powerful counter charm. I can see now . . . there is nothing special about you, after all. I wondered, you see. There are strange likenesses between us, after all.
Come on, said Harry hopelessly. With Umbridge policing the fires and reading all our mail? The thing about growing up with Fred and George, said Ginny thoughtfully, is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
Tha was taken jus’ after I got inter Hogwarts, Hagrid croaked. Dad was dead chuffed … thought I migh’ not be a wizard, see, ‘cos me mum … well, anyway. Course, I never was great shakes at magic, really… but at least he never saw me expelled. Died, see, in me second year. . . .Dumbledore was the one who stuck up for me after Dad went. Got me the gamekeeper job . . . trusts people, he does. Gives ’em second chances … that’s what sets him apar’ from other heads, see. He’ll accept anyone at Hogwarts, s’long as they’ve got the talent. Knows people can turn out okay even if their families weren’ … well… all tha’ respectable. But some don understand that. There’s some who’d always hold it against yeh . . . there’s some who’d even pretend they just had big bones rather than stand up an’ say – 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 bothering’ with. An’ he was right. I’ve bin an idiot. I’m not bothering’ with her no more, I promise yeh that. Big bones..I’ll give her big bones.
So the boy…the boy must die? asked Snape quite calmly. And Voldemort himself must do it, Severus. That is essential. Another long silence. Then Snape said, I thought…all those years…that we were protecting him for her. For Lily. We have protected him because it has been essential to teach him, to raise him, to let him try his strength, said Dumbledore, his eyes still tight shut. Meanwhile, the connection between them grows ever stronger, a parasitic growth. Sometimes I have thought he suspects it himself. If I know him, he will have arranged matters so that when he does set out to meet his death, it will truly mean the end of Voldemort.”Dumbledore opened his eyes. Snape looked horrified. You have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment? Don’t be shocked, Severus. How many men and women have you watched die? Lately, only those whom I could not save, said Snape. He stood up. You have used me. Meaning? I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you.Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter’s son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter – But this is touching, Severus, said Dumbledore seriously. Have you grown to care for the boy, after all? For him? shouted Snape. Expecto Patronum!
From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe. She landed on the office floor,bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
After all this time?
Always, said Snape
Hermione’s lip trembled, and she suddenly dashed at Harry and threw her arms around him.Hermione! Harry — you’re a great wizard, you know. I’m not as good as you, said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him. Me! said Hermione. Books! And cleverness! There are more important things — friendship and bravery and — oh Harry — be careful!
Every time one of their men was lost, the white pieces showed no mercy. Soon there was a huddle of limp black players slumped along the wall. Twice, Ron only just noticed in time that Harry and Hermione were in danger. He himself darted around the board, taking almost as many white pieces as they had lost black ones. We’re nearly there, he muttered suddenly.Let me think let me think…The white queen turned her blank face toward him. Yes… said Ron softly, It’s the only way… I’ve got to be taken.
NO, Harry and Hermione shouted. That’s chess! snapped Ron. You’ve got to make some sacrifices! I take one step forward and she’ll take me — that leaves you free to checkmate the king, Harry! But —Do you want to stop Snape or not? Ron —Look, if you don’t hurry up, he’ll already have the Stone! There was no alternative. Ready? Ron called, his face pale but determined. Here I go – now,don’t hang around once you’ve won. He stepped forward, and the white queen pounced. She struck Ron hard across the head with her stone arm, and he crashed to the floor. Hermione screamed but stayed on her square – the white queen dragged Ron to one side. He looked as if he’d been knocked out.
I don’t want anyone else to help, Harry said loudly, and in the total silence his voice carried like a trumpet call. It’s got to be like this. It’s got to be me. Voldemort hissed. Potter doesn’t mean that, he said, his red eyes wide. This isn’t how he works, is it? Who are you going to use as a shield today, Potter? Nobody, said Harry simply. There are no more Horcruxes. It’s just you and me. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good. . . . One of us? jeered Voldemort, and his whole body was taut and his red eyes stared, a snake that was about to strike. You think it will be you, do you, the boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings? Accident, was it, when my mother died to save me? asked Harry. They were still moving sideways, both of them, in that perfect circle, maintaining the same distance from each other, and for Harry no face existed but Voldemort’s. Accident, when I decided to fight in that graveyard? Accident, that I didn’t defend myself tonight, and still survived, and returned to fight again? Accidents! screamed Voldemort, but still he did not strike, and the watching crowd was frozen as if Petrified, and of the hundreds in the Hall, nobody seemed to breathe but they two. Accident and chance and the fact that you crouched and sniveled behind the skirts of greater men and women, and permitted me to kill them for you!
You won’t be killing anyone else tonight, said Harry as they circled, and stared into each other’s eyes, green into red. You won’t be able to kill any of them ever again.Don’t you get it? I was ready to die to stop you from hurting these people. But you did not! I meant to, and that’s what did it. I’ve done what my mother did. They’re protected from you. Haven’t you noticed how none of the spells you put on them are binding? You can’t torture them. You can’t touch them. You don’t learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you? You dare? Yes, I dare, said Harry. I know things you don’t know, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things that you don’t. Want to hear some, before you make another big mistake? Voldemort did not speak, but prowled in a circle, and Harry knew that he kept him temporarily mesmerized at bay, held back by the faintest possibility that Harry might indeed know a final secret..
Dobby! she screamed and even Bellatrix froze. You! You dropped the chandelier – ?
The tiny elf trotted into the room, his shaking finger pointing at his old mistress. You must not hurt Harry Potter, he squeaked. Kill him, Cissy! shrieked Bellatrix, but there was another loud crack, and Narcissa’s wand too flew into the air and landed on the other side of the room. You dirty little monkey! bawled Bellatrix. How dare you take a witch’s wand, how dare you defy your masters? Dobby has no master! squealed the elf. Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends! Harry’s scar was blinding him with pain. Dimly he knew that they had moments, seconds before Voldemort was with them. Ron, catch – and GO! he yelled, throwing one of the wands to him; then he bent down to tug Griphook out from under the chandelier. Hoisting the groaning goblin, who still clung to the sword, over one shoulder, Harry seized Dobby’s hand and spun on the spot to Disapparate. As he turned into darkness he caught one last view of the drawing room of the pale, frozen figures of Narcissa and Draco, of the streak of red that was Ron’s hair, and a blue of flying silver, as Bellatrix’s knife flew across the room at the place where he was vanishing – Bill and Fleur’s ..Shell Cottage..Bill and Fleur’s..He had disappeared into the unknown; all he could do was repeat the name of the destination and hope that it would suffice to take him there. The pain in his forehead pierced him, and the weight of the goblin bore down upon him; he could feel the blade of Gryffindor’s sword bumping against his back: Dobby’s hand jerked in his; he wondered whether the elf was trying to take charge, to pull them in the right direction, and tried, by squeezing the fingers, to indicate that that was fine with them. . . . And then they hit solid earth and smelled salty air. Harry fell to his knees, relinquished Dobby’s hand, and attempted to lower Griphook gently to the ground. Are you all right? he said as the goblin stirred, but Griphook merely whimpered.Harry squinted around through the darkness. There seemed to be a cottage a short way away under the wide starry sky, and he thought he saw movement outside it. Dobby, is this Shell Cottage? he whispered, clutching the two wands he had brought from the Malfoys’, ready to fight if he needed to. Have we come to the right place? Dobby? He looked around. The little elf stood feet from him. DOBBY! The elf swayed slightly, stars reflected in his wide, shining eyes. Together, he and Harry looked down at the silver hilt of the knife protruding from the elf’s heaving chest.
Dobby – no – HELP! Harry bellowed toward the cottage, toward the people moving there. HELP! He did not know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, friends or foes; all he cared about was that a dark stain was spreading across Dobby’s front, and that he had stretched out his own arms to Harry with a look of supplication. Harry caught him and laid him sideways on the cool grass.
Dobby, no, don’t die, don’t die –The elf’s eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words. Harry..Potter…And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great glassy orbs, sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see.
But Voldemort broke off: Harry heard a scuffle and a shout, then another bang, a flash of light, and grunt of pain; he opened his eyes an infinitesimal amount. Someone had broken free of the crowd and charged at Voldemort: Harry saw the figure hit the ground. Disarmed, Voldemort throwing the challenger’s wand aside and laughing.
And who is this? he said in his soft snake’s hiss. Who has volunteered to demonstrate what happens to those who continue to fight when the battle is lost? Bellatrix gave a delighted laugh. It is Neville Longbottom, my Lord! The boy who has been giving the Carrows so much trouble! The son of the Aurors, remember? Ah, yes, I remember, said Voldemort, looking down at Neville, who was struggling back to his feet, unarmed and unprotected, standing in the no-man’s-land between the survivors and the Death Eaters. But you are a pure blood, aren’t you, my brave boy? Voldemort asked Neville, who stood facing him, his empty hands curled in fists.
So what if I am? said Neville loudly. You show spirit and bravery, and you come of noble stock. You will make a very valuable Death Eater. We need your kind, Neville Longbottom.
I’ll join you when hell freezes over, said Neville. Dumbledore’s Army! he shouted, and there was an answering cheer from the crowd, whom Voldemort’s Silencing Charms seemed unable to hold.
Don’t you understand how Cho’s feeling at the moment? she asked. No, said Harry and Ron together. Hermione sighed and laid down her quill. Well, obviously, she’s feeling very sad, because of Cedric dying. Then I expect she’s feeling confused because she liked Cedric and now she likes Harry, and she can’t work out who she likes best. Then she’ll be feeling guilty, thinking it’s an insult to Cedric’s memory to be kissing Harry at all, and she’ll be worrying about what everyone else might say about her if she starts going out with Harry. And she probably can’t work out what her feelings toward Harry are anyway, because he was the one who was with Cedric when Cedric died, so that’s all very mixed up and painful. Oh, and she’s afraid she’s going to be thrown off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because she’s been flying so badly. A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, One person can’t feel all that at once, they’d explode. Just because you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have, said Hermione nastily, picking up her quill again.
There is little time, one way or another, said Dumbledore. So let us discuss your options, Draco. My options! said Malfoy loudly. I’m standing here with a wand — I’m about to kill you —My dear boy, let us have no more pretense about that. If you were going to kill me, you would have done it when you first disarmed me, you would not have stopped for this pleasant chat about ways and means. I haven’t got any options! said Malfoy, and he was suddenly as white as Dumbledore. I’ve got to do it! He’ll kill me! He’ll kill my whole family!
I appreciate the difficulty of your position, said Dumbledore. Why else do you think I have not confronted you before now? Because I knew that you would have been murdered if Lord Voldemort realized that I suspected you. Malfoy winced at the sound of the name.
I did not dare speak to you of the mission with which I knew you had been entrusted, in case he used Legilimency against you, continued Dumbledore. But now at last we can speak plainly to each other… no harm has been done, you have hurt nobody, though you are very lucky that your unintentional victims survived… I can help you, Draco. No, you can’t, said Malfoy, his wand hand shaking very badly indeed. Nobody can. He told me to do it or he’ll kill me. I’ve got no choice.Come over to the right side, Draco, and we can hide you more completely than you can possibly imagine. What is more, I can send members of the Order to your mother tonight to hide her likewise. Your father is safe at the moment in Azkaban… when the time comes we can protect him too… come over to the right side, Draco… you are not a killer…Malfoy stared at Dumbledore. But I got this far, didn’t I? he said slowly. They thought I’d die in the attempt, but I’m here… and you’re in my power… I’m the one with the wand… you’re at my mercy… No, Draco, said Dumbledore quietly. It is my mercy, and not yours, that matters now. Malfoy did not speak. His mouth was open, his wand hand still trembling. Harry thought he saw it drop by a fraction.
How is he? Mr. Weasley dropped to his knees beside George. For the first time since Harry had known him, Fred seemed to be lost for words. He gaped over the back of the sofa at his twin’s wound as if he could not believe what he was seeing. Perhaps roused by the sound of Fred and their father’s arrival, George stirred. How do you feel, Georgie? whispered Mrs. Weasley.
George’s fingers groped for the side of his head.“Saintlike,” he murmured.
What’s wrong with him? croaked Fred, looking terrified.
Is his mind affected? “Saintlike,” repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. You see. . . I’m holy. Holey, Fred, geddit? Mrs. Weasley sobbed harder than ever. Color flooded Fred’s pale face. “Pathetic,” he told George. “Pathetic! With the whole wide world of ear-related humor before you, you go for holey?”
“Ah well,” said George, grinning at his tear-soaked mother. “You’ll be able to tell us apart now, anyway, Mum.”
And now—Piertotum Locomotor! cried Professor McGonagall. And all along the corridor the statues and suits of armor jumped down from their plinths, and from the echoing crashes from the floors above and below, Harry knew that their fellows throughout the castle had done the same.
Hogwarts is threatened! shouted Professor McGonagall. May the boundaries, protect us, do your duty to our school!
Of course, it doesn’t matter how he looks. . . . It’s not r-really important . . . but he was a very handsome little b-boy . . . always very handsome . . . and he was g-going to be married! And what do you mean by zat? said Fleur suddenly and loudly. What do you mean, ‘ ’e was going to be married? Mrs. Weasley raised her tear-stained face, looking startled. Well — only that —You theenk Bill will not wish to marry me anymore? demanded Fleur. You theenk, because of these bites, he will not love me? No, that’s not what I — Because ’e will! said Fleur, drawing herself up to her full height and throwing back her long mane of silver hair. It would take more zan a werewolf to stop Bill loving me! Well, yes, I’m sure,” said Mrs. Weasley, but I thought perhaps — given how — how he —You thought I would not weesh to marry him? Or per’aps, you hoped? said Fleur, her nostrils flaring. What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave! And I shall do zat! she added fiercely, pushing Mrs. Weasley aside and snatching the ointment from her.
No story lives unless someone wants to listen. The stories we love best do live in us forever. So whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.
In conclusion, every character of the series has left an indelible mark on my life and I am eternally grateful. I would love to hear about your experiences as well and if the Harry Potter saga has transformed your life in any manner. Let me know in the comment section. 🙂
PS: All above quotes are from the Harry Potter books.