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I just called scotch tape sello tape. ::headdesk::
“Who do you know who’s lost a buttock?” -- Tonks, Chapter 3 (Indeed. XD)
”But Dumbledore says he doesn’t care what they do as long as they don’t take him off the Chocolate Frog cards." -- Bill, Chapter 5 (That's the spirit.)
“I love hearing Mum shouting at someone else,” said Fred, with a satisfied smile on his face as he opened the door an inch or so to allow Mrs. Weasley’s voice to penetrate the room better. “It makes such a nice change.” -- Chapter 6
“My mother didn’t have a heart, Kreacher,” Sirius snapped. “She kept herself alive out of pure spite.” -- Chapter 6
“Kreacher wasn’t quite as devoted to him as to my mother, but I still caught him snogging a pair of my father’s old trousers last week.” – Sirius, Chapter 6 (I know snogging means stealing in this context… but… XD)
"HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF --"
"SHUT UP!" roared Mrs. Weasley. -- Chapter 9
"I'll sponsor you to shut up about spew," Ron muttered irritably. -- Chapter 9
Mrs. Wealsey let out a shriek just like Hermione's.
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!"
"What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?" said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son. -- Chapter 9
"You don't mind if we don't kiss you, do you, Ron?" said Fred in a falsely anxious voice.
"We could curtsy, if you like," said George. -- Chapter 9
"I was never a prefect myself," said Tonks brightly […] "My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities."
"Like what?" said Ginny, who was choosing a baked potato.
"Like the ability to behave myself," said Tonks. -- Chapter 9
"I'm just s-s-so worried," [Mrs. Weasley] said, tears spilling out of her eyes again. "Half the f-f-family's in the Order, it'll b-b-be a miracle if we all come through this… and P-P-Percy's not talkng to us….. What if something d-d-dreadful happens and we had never m-m-made up?" -- Chapter 9
"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest pleasure," said Luna -- Chapter 10 (… I love that quote.)
“Of course not,” said Hermione scathingly, before Harry could answer, “The Quibbler’s rubbish, everyone knows that.”
“Excuse me,” said Luna; her voice had suddenly lost its dreamy quality. “My father’s the editor.” -- Chapter 10 (Bwah ha ha…)
"Ron, we're supposed to show the first years where to go!"
"Oh yeah," said Ron, who had obviously forgotten. "Hey -- hey, you lot! Midgets!"
"Ron!"
"Well, they are, they're titchy…" -- Chapter 11
"Don't you remember what Dumbledore said at the end-of-term feast last year?"
Harry and Ron both looked at her blankly, and Hermione sighed again.
"About You-Know-Who. He said, 'His gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust--"
"How do you remember stuff like that?" asked Ron, looking at her in admiration.
"I listen, Ron," said Hermione with a touch of asperity. -- Chapter 12
"We're not going to use magic?" Ron ejaculated loudly. -- Chapter 12 (That was for you lot.)
"You told her He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back?"
"Yes."
Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, watching Harry closely. Then she said, "Have a biscuit, Potter."
"Have -- what?"
"Have a biscuit," she repeated impatiently, indivating a tartain tin of cookies lying on top of one of the piles of papers on her desk. -- Chapter 12
"If you don't stop doing it, I'm going to --"
"Put us in detention?" said Fred in an I'd-like-to-see-you-try-it voice.
"Make us write lines?" said George, smirking. […]
"No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother."
"You wouldn't," said George, horrified, taking a step back from her. -- Chapter 13
"Harry, don't go picking a row with Malfoy, don't forget, he's a prefect now, he could make life difficult for you…"
"Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life?" said Harry sarcastically. -- Chapter 13
“I think we’d better check with Puddlemere United whether Oliver Wood’s been killed during a training session, because she seems to be channeling his spirit.” – Harry, Chapter 13
“I would not go that way if I were you,” said Nearly Headless Nick, drifting disconcertingly through a wall just ahead of [Harry] as he walked down the passage. “Peeves is planning an amusing joke on the next person to pass the bust of Paracelsus halfway down the corridor.”
“Does it involve Paracelsus falling on top of the person’s head?” asked Harry.
“Funnily enough, it does,” said Nearly Headles Nick in a bored voice. -- Chapter 14
“Oh give them here,” [Hermione] said abruptly.
“What?” said Ron.
“Give them to me, I’ll look through them and correct them,” she said.
“Are you serious? Ah, Hermione, you’re a lifesaver,” said Ron, “what can I—“
“What you can say is, ‘We promise we’ll never leave our homework this late again,’” she said, holding out boht hands for their essays, but she looked slightly amused all the same. -- Chapter 14 (She does love those boys, doesn’t she? :))
“Er – Harry?” said Ron uncertainly. “Why are you down there?”
“Because I’ve just seen Sirius’s head in the fire,” said Harry -- Chapter 14 (Of course, why didn’t we think of that?)
There was a pause in which Sirius looked out of the fire at Harry, a crease between his sunken eyes.
“You’re less like your father than I thought,” he said finally, a definite coolness in his voice. “The risk would’ve been what made it fun for James.” -- Chapter 14 (Was very angry and not-happy with Sirius after reading this quote.)
“’That’s how Dolores Umbridge came to be appointed to the teaching staff at Hogwarts,’ said Weasley last night. ‘Dumbledore couldn’t find anyone, so the Minister put in Umbridge and of course, she’s been an immediate success--‘”
“She’s been a WHAT?” said Harry loudly. – Chapter 15
“But this is more important than homework!” said Hermione.
Harry and Ron goggled at her. -- Chapter 15
“Harry, you’re the best in the year at Defense Against the Dark Arts,” said Hermione.
“Me?” said Harry, now grinning more broadly than ever. “No I’m not, you’ve beaten me in every test –“
“[…] I’m not talking about test results, Harry. Look what you’ve done!”
“How d’you mean?”
“You know what, I’m not sure I want someone this stupid teaching me,” Ron said to Hermione, smirking slightly. -- Chapter 15
“Harry,” she said timidly, “don’t you see? This… this is exactly why we need you… We need to know what it’s r-really like… facing him… facing V-Voldemort.”
It was the first time she had ever said Voldemort’s name. -- Chapter 15 (W00t!)
“You know what?” Ron murmured, looking over at the bar with enthusiasm. “We
could order anything we liked in here, I bet that bloke would sell us anything, he wouldn’t care. I’ve always wanted to try firewhisky—“
“You—are—a--prefect,” snarled Hermione.
“Oh,” said Ron, the smile fading from his face. “Yeah…” -- Chapter 16
“A couple of people?” said Harry hoarsely to Hermione. “A couple of people?” -- Chapter 16
“Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?” inquired George, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko’s bags.
“Or any part of your body, really, we’re not fussy where we stick this,” said Fred. -- Chapter 16
He was on the sixth stair when it happened. There was a loud, wailing, klaxonlike sound and the steps melted together to make a long, smooth stone slide. There was a brief moment when Ron tried to keep running, arms working madly like windmills, then he toppled over backward and shot down the newly created slide, coming to rest on his back at Harry’s feet.
“Er – I don’t think we’re allowed in the girls’ dormitories,” said Harry. -- Chapter 17
“And as for Potter… My father says it’s a matter of time before the Ministry has him carted off to St. Mungo’s… apparently they’ve got a special ward for people whose brains have been addled by magic…” […]
Something collided hard with Harry’s shoulder, knocking him sideways. A split second later he realized that Neville had just charged past him, heading straight for Malfoy.
“Neville, no!” -- Chapter 17
Ron looked utterly perplexed.
“Sirius is right,” he said, “you do sound just like my mother.” -- Chapter 18
“Dobby knows the perfect place, sir!” he said happily. “Dobby heard tell of it from the other house-elves when he came to Hogwarts, sir. It is known by us as the Come and Go Room, sir, or else as the Room of Requirement!”
“Why?” said Harry curiously.
“Because it is a room that a person can only enter,” said Dobby seriously, “when they have real need of it. Sometimes it is there, and sometimes it is not, but when it appears, it is always equipped for the seeker’s needs.” -- Chapter 18
“Yeah, the D.A.’s good,” said Ginny. “Only let’s make it stand for Dumbledore’s Army because that’s the Ministry’s worst fear, isn’t it?” -- Chapter 18
[Harry] dwelled on satisfying memories of their most recent [D.A.] meeting, remembering how Neville had successfully disarmed Hermione, how Colin Creevey had mastered the Impediment Jinx after three meetings’ hard effort, how Parvati Patil had produced such a good Reductor Curse that she had reduced the table carrying all the Sneakoscopes to dust. -- Chapter 19
He bent down and tugged the dragon steak out of Fang’s mouth.
“Oh, Hagrid, don’t, it’s not hygien—“ Hermione began, but Hagrid had already slapped the meat over his swollen eye. – Chapter20
“Er – I don’t want ter be rude,” said Hagrid, staring at her, “but who the ruddy hell are you?” -- Chapter 20
“Oy!” bellowed Ron, finally losing patience and sticking his head out of the window, “I am a prefect and if one more snowball hits this window – OUCH!”
He withdrew his head sharply, his face covered in snow. -- Chapter 21
“You evil hag!” she whispered at Umbridge walked toward Pansy Parkinson. “I know what you’re doing, you awful, twisted, vicious –“ […]
“You see what she’s up to? It’s her thing about half-breeds all over again – she’s trying to make out Hagrid’s some kind of dim-witted troll, just because he had a giantess for a mother – and oh, it’s not fair, that really wasn’t a bad lesson at all – I mean, all right, if it had been Blast-Ended Skrewts again, but thestrals are fine – in fact, for Hagrid, they’re really good!” -- Chapter 21
“…They are very interesting, aren’t they? The way some people can see them and some can’t! I wish I could.”
“Do you?” Harry asked her quietly.
She looked horrorstruck.
“Oh Harry – I’m sorry – no, of course I don’t – that was a really stupid thing to say –“ -- Chapter 21
Cho made a funny noise halway between a sob and a laugh. She was even nearer him now. He could have counted the freckles on her nose.
“I really like you, Harry.” -- Chapter 21
“Ron,” said Hermione in a dignified voice, dipping the point of her quill into her ink pot, “you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet.” -- Chapter 21
“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. -- Chapter 21
Harry knew Dumbledore was referring to the clock that told, not the time, but the whereabouts and conditions of the various Weasley family members, and with a pang he thought that Mr. Weasley’s hand must, even now, be pointing at “mortal peril”. […] .. And he felt cold as he remembered Mrs. Weasley’s boggart turning into Mr. Weasley’s lifeless body, his glasses askew, blood running down his face… But Mr. Weasley wasn’t going to die… He couldn’t… -- Chapter 22
For a split second, Harry thought how absurd it was for Tonks to expect the dummy to hear talking that quietly through a sheet of glass, when there were buses rumbling along behind her and all the racket of a street full of shoppers. Then he reminded himself that dummies could not hear anyway. -- Chapter 22
“Anyway,” said Mr. Weasley in a raised voice, “this time Willy’s been caught selling biting doorknobs to Muggles, and I don’t think he’ll be able to worm his way out of it because according to this article, two Muggles have lost fingers and are now in St. Mungo’s for emergency bone regrowth and memory modification. Just think of it, Muggles in St. Mungo’s! I wonder which ward they’re in?”
And he looked eagerly around as though hoping to see a signpost. -- Chapter 22
“It sounds as though you’ve been trying to sew your skin back together,” said Mrs. Weasley with a snort of mirthless laughter, “but even you, Arthur, wouldn’t be that stupid.”
“I fancy a cup of tea too,” said Harry, jumping to his feet.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny almost sprinted to the door with him. As it swung closed behind them, they heard Mrs. Weasley shriek, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THAT’S THE GENERAL IDEA?” -- Chapter 22
“Well, hello there!” he said. “I expect you’d like my autograph, would you?”
“Hasn’t changed much, has he?” Harry muttered to Ginny, who grinned. -- Chapter 22
…Neville had already stretched out his hand, into which his mother dropped an empty Droobles Blowing Gum wrapper.
“Very nice, dear,” said Nevlle’s grandmother in a falsely cheery voice, patting his mother on the shoulder. But Neville said quietly, “Thanks Mum.”
His mother tottered away, back up the ward, humming to herself. Neville looked around at the others, his __expression defiant, as though daring them to laugh, but Harry did not think he’d ever found anything less funny in his life.
“Well, we’d better get back,” sighed Mrs. Longbottom, drawing on long green gloves. “Very nice to have met you all. Neville, put that wrapper in the bin, she must have given you enough of them to paper your bedroom by now…”
But as they left, Harry was sure he saw Neville slip the wrapper into his pocket. -- Chapter 22 (Tearjerking moment. :’()
“We wanted to talk to you, Harry,” said Ginny, “but as you’ve been hiding ever since we got back—“
“I didn’t want anyone to talk to me,” said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled.
“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone butme who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.”
Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he wheeled around.
“I forgot,” he said. -- Chapter 23
“Healer Smethwyck worked his magic in the end, found an antidote to whatever that snake’s got in its fangs, and Arthur’s learned his lesson about dabbling in Muggle medicine, haven’t you dear?” she added, rather menacingly.
“Yes, Molly dear,” said Mr. Weasley meekly. -- Chapter 24
A thin, pimply, jug-eared youth in a purple uniform leapt down onto the pavement and said, “Welcome to the—“
“Yes, yes, we know, thank you,” said Tonks swiftly. “On, on, get on—“ -- Chapter 24
“Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily – weak people, in other words – they stand no chance against his powers! He will penetrate your mind with absurd ease, Potter!”
“I am not weak,” said Harry in a low voice, fury now pumping through him so that he thought he might attack Snape in a moment.
“Then prove it! Master yourself!” spat Snape. “Control your anger, discipline your mind! We shall try again! Get ready, now! Legilimens!” -- Chapter 24
“Dumbledore trusts him,” Hermione repeated. “And if we can’t trust Dumbledore, we can’t trust anyone.” -- Chapter 25
“Harry, you’re worse than Ron… Well, no, you’re not,” she sighed, as Ron himself came stumping into the Hall splattered with mud and looking grumpy. -- Chapter 26
“You should write a book,” Ron told Hermione as he cut up his potatoes, “translating mad things girls do so boys can understand them.” -- Chapter 26
The teachers were, of course, forbidden from mentioning the interview by Educational Decree Number Twenty-six, but they found ways to express their feeling about it all the same. Professor Sprout awarded Gryffindor twenty points when Harry passed her a watering can; a beaming Professor Flitwick pressed a box of squeaking sugar mice on him at the end of Charms, said “Shh!” and hurried away; and Professor Trelawney broke into hysterical sobs during Divination and announced to the startled class, and a very disapproving Umbridge, that Harry was not going to suffer an early death after all, but would live to a ripe old age, come the Minister of Magic, and have twelve children. -- Chapter 26
Harry raised his own wand.
“Protego!”
Snape staggered; his wand flew upward, away from Harry – and suddenly Harry’s mind was teeming with memories that were not his – a hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman, while a small dark-haired boy cried in a corner… A greasy-haired teenager sat alone in a dark bedroom, pointing his wand at the ceiling, shooting down flies…. A girl was laughing as a scrawny boy tried to mount a bucking broomstick—
“ENOUGH!” -- Chapter 26
“Well, Potter… that was certainly and improvement…” -- Chapter 26 (That was almost praise from Snape.)
To Harry’s very great surprise, Dumbledore continued to smile. He looked down at Professor Trelawney, who was still sobbing and choking on her trunk, and said, “You are quite right, of course, Professor Umbridge. As High Inquisitor you have every right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to send them away from the castle. I am afraid,” he went on, with a courteous little bow, “that the power to do that still resides with the headmaster, and it is my wish that Professor Trelawney continue to live at Hogwarts.” -- Chapter 26
“I cannot allow you to manhandle my students, Dolores,” said Dumbledore, and for the first time, he looked angry. -- Chatper 26
“Well, well, well – I came here tonight expecting to expel Potter and instead—“
“Instead you get to arrest me,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “It’s like losing a Knut and finding a Galleon, isn’t it?” -- Chapter 26
“Well – it’s just that you seem to be laboring under the delusion that I am going to – what is the phrase? ‘Come quietly.’ I am afraid I am not going to come quietly at all, Cornelius. I have absolutely no intention of being sent to Azkaban. I could break out, of course – but what a waste of time, and frankly, I can think of a whole host of things I would rather be doing.” -- Chapter 26
"He will not be single-handed!" said Professor McGonagall loudly, plunging her hand inside her robes.
"Oh yes he will, Minerva!" said Dumbledore sharply. "Hogwarts needs you!" -- Chapter 26
"You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts… but you cannot deny he's got style…" -- Chapter 26
He raised the cup to his lips and then, just as suddenly, lowered it. One of the horrible painted kittens behind Umbridge had great round blue eyes just like Mad-Eye Moody's magical one, and it had just occurred to Harry what Mad-Eye would say if he ever heard that Harry had drunk anything offered by a known enemy. -- Chapter 28
"Thank you so much, Professor!" said Professor Flitwick in his squeaky little voice. "I could have got rid of the sparklers myself, of course, but I wasn't sure whether I had the authority…" -- Chapter 28
"Are you feeling all right?" Ron asked, staring at her in disbelief.
"Now you mention it," said Hermione happily, "d'you know… I think I'm feeling a bit… rebellious." -- Chapter 28
"Did you like question ten, Moony?" asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall.
"Loved it," said Lupin briskly. "'Give five signs that identify the werewolf.' Excellent question."
"D'you think you managed to get all the signs?" said James in tones of mock concern.
"Think I did," said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. "One: He's sitting on my chair. Two: He's wearing my clothes. Three: His name's Remus Lupin…" -- Chapter 28
"I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid," said Lily. -- Chapter 28
"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." -- Chapter 29
"You don't seem to need many qualifications to liaise with Muggles… All they want is an O.W.L. in Muggle Studies… 'Much more important is your enthusiasm, patience, and a good sense of fun!'"
"You'd need more than a good sense of fun to liaise with my uncle," said Harry darkly. "Good sense of when to duck, more like…" -- Chapter 29
"What do you think about this?" Hermione demanded of Ron, and Harry was reminded irresistibly of Mrs. Weasley appealing to her husband during Harry's first dinner in Grimmauld Place. -- Chapter 29
Professor Umbridge gave her most pronounced cough yet.
"May I offer you a cough drop, Dolores?" Professor McGonagall asked curly, without looking at Professor Umbridge. -- Chapter 29
"Potter has no chance whatsoever of becoming an Auror!"
Professor McGonagall got to her feet too, and in her case this was a much mor eimpressive move. She towered over Professor Umbridge.
"Potter," she said in ringing tones, "I will assist you to become an Auror if it is the last thing I do! If I have to coach you nightly I will make sure you achieve the required results!" -- Chapter 29
"George," said Fred, "I think we've outgrown full-time education."
"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George lightly.
"Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?" asked Fred.
"Definitely," said George.
And before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wands and said together, "Accio Brooms!" -- Chapter 29
"Five her hell from us, Peeves."
And Peeves, who Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset. -- Chapter 29
None of the staff but Filch seemed to be stirring themselves to help her. Indeed, a week after Fred and George's departure Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves, who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier, and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, "It unscrews the other way." -- Chapter 30 (Lefty loosey, righty tighty…)
"But this is excellent!" said Ron, looking thrilled. "It's all your fault, Harry -- Mum can't blame me at all! Can I tell her?" -- Chapter 30
"They were all bullyin' him, Hermione, 'cause he's so small!" said Hagrid.
"Small?" said Hermione. "Small?"
"Hermione, I couldn' leave him," said Hagrid, tears now trickling down his bruised face into his beard. "See -- he's my brother!" -- Chapter 30
"No!" said Hermione in a hushed voice.
"YES!" said Harry loudly.
"HARRY! HERMIONE!" yelled Ron, waving the silver Quidditch Cup in the air and looking quite beside himself. "WE DID IT! WE WON!"
They beamed up at him as he passed; there was a scrum at the door of the castle and Ron's head got rather badly bumped on the lintel, but nobody seemed to want to put him down. -- Chapter 30
"He brought one back and hid it in the forest?"
"Yep," said Harry grimly.
"No," said Ron, as though by saying this he could make it untrue. "No, he can't have…"
"Well, he has," said Hermione firmly. "Grawp's about sixteen feet tall, enjoys ripping up twenty-foot pine trees, and knows me," she snorted, "as Hermy." -- Chapter 31
He lowered his eyes to the first question: a) Give the incantation, and b) describe the wand moment required to make an object fly…
Harry had a fleeting memory of a club soaring high into the air and landing loudly on the thick skill of a troll… Smiling slightly, he bent over the paper and began to write… -- Chapter 31
Harry raised his wand, looked directly at Umbridge, and imagined her being sacked.
“Expecto Patronum!” -- Chapter 31
“Such a lovely, sweet-tempered girl,” said Ron, very quietly, producing his queen forward so that she could begin beating up one of Harry’s knights. -- Chapter 31
“And from now on, I don’t care if my tea leaves spell die, Ron, die -- I’m just chucking them in the bin where they belong.” -- Chapter 31 (Merp…)
Harry could see the tiny outline of Fang, attempting to defend Hagrid, leaping at the wizards surrounding him until a Stunning Spell caught him and he fell to the ground. Hagrid gave a howl of fury, lifted the culprit bodily from the ground, and threw him: The man flew what looked like ten feet and did not get up again. Hermione gasped, both hands over her mouth; Harry looked around at Ron and saw that he too was looking scared. None of them had ever seen Hagrid in a real temper before… -- Chapter 31
“How dare you!” the figure shouted as she ran. “How dare you!”
“It’s McGonagall!” whispered Hermione.
“Leave him alone! Alone, I say!” said Professor McGonagall’s voice through the darkness. “On what grounds are you attacking him? He has done nothing, nothing to warrant such –“
Hermione, Parvati, and Lavender all screamed. No fewer than four Stunners had shot from the figures around the cabin toward Professor McGonagall. Halfway between the cabin and castle the red beams collided with her. For a moment she looked luminous, illuminated by an eerie red glow, then was lifted right off her feet, landed hard on her back, and moved no more.
“Galloping gargoyles!” shouted Professor Tofty, who seemed to have forgotten the exam completely. “Not so much as a warning! Outrageous behavior!” -- Chapter 31
“That evil woman!” gasped Hermione, who seemed to be having difficulty talking due to rage. “Trying to sneak up on Hagrid in the dead of night!” -- Chapter 31
“As if one of them could have Stunned Minerva McGonagall face on by daylight! Cowardive, that’s what it was… Despicable cowardice… If I wasn’t worried what would happen to you students without me, I’d resign in protest…” -- Chapter 32
“You… This isn’t a criticism, Harry! But you do… sort of… I mean – don’t you think you’ve got a bit of a – a -- saving-people-thing?” -- Chapter 32
There was a moment’s silence, then the elf let out his loudest cackle yet. “Master will not come back from the Department of Mysteries!” he said gleefully. -- Chapter 32
“He’s got Padfoot!” he shouted. “He’s got Padfoot at the place where it’s hidden!”
Snape had stopped with his hand on Umbridge’s door handle. -- Chapter 32
[Harry] wrenched himself free of her and turned. Around fifty centaurs were emerging on every side, their bows raised and loaded, pointing at Harry, Hermione, and Umbridge, who backed slowly into the center of the clearing, Umbridge uttering odd little whimpers of terror. Harry looked sideways at Hermione. She was wearing a triumphant smile. -- Chapter 33
At this precise moment Grawp caught sight of them, the only two humans in a sea of centaurs. He lowered his head another foot or so, staring intently at them. Harry could feel Hermione shaking Grawp opened his mouth wide again and said, in a deep, rumbling voice, “Hermy.”
“Goodness,” said Hermione, gripping Harry’s arm so tightly it was growing numb and looking as though she were about to faint,”he – he remembered!” -- Chapter 33
Ron landed a short way away and toppled immediately off his thestral onto the pavement.
“Never again,” he said, struggling to his feet. He made as though to stride away from his thestral, but, unable to see it, collided with its hindquarters and almost fell over again. “Never, ever again… that was the worst –“ -- Chapter 34
“Shut your mouth!” Bellatrix shrieked. “You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood’s tongue, you dare—“
“Did you know he’s a half-blood too?” said Harry recklessly. Hermione gave a little moan in his ear. “Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch but his dad was a Muggle – or has he been telling you lot he’s pureblood?” -- Chapter 35
“Honest, Harry, they’re brains – look -- Accio Brain!”
The scene seemed momentarily frozen. Harry, Ginny, and Neville and each of the Death Eaters turned in spite of themselves to watch the top of the tank as a brain burst from the green liquid like a leaping fish. -- Chapter 35
“Longbottom?” repeated Bellatrix, and a truly evil smile lit her gaunt face. “Why, I have had the pleasure of meeting your parents, boy…”
“I DOE YOU HAB!” roared Neville, and he fought so hard against his captor’s encircling grip that the Death Eater shouted “Someone Stun him!” -- Chapter 35
Only one couple were still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix’s jet of red light: He was laughing at her. “Come on, you can do better than that!” he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch…
And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather’s wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place. -- Chapter 35 (Reading that for the fifth time or something like that, tears come to the eyes. :’()
“He can’t come back, Harry,” said Lupin, his voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry. “He can’t come back, because he’s d—“
“HE – IS – NOT – DEAD!” roared Harry. “SIRIUS!” -- Chapter 36
“Harry… I’b really sorry…” said Neville. […] “Was dat man – was Sirius Black a – a friend of yours?”
Harry nodded. -- Chapter 36
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 in pain as Neville had – she was already on her feet again, breathles, no longer laughing. […]
“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…” -- Chapter 36
“No!” she screamed. “It isn’t true, you’re lying – MASTER, I TRIED, I TRIED – DO NOT PUNISH ME—“
“Don’t waste your breath!” yelled Harry, his eyes screwed up against the pain in his scar, now more terrible than ever. “He can’t hear you from here!”
“Can’t I, Potter?” said a high, cold voice. -- Chapter 36
“You do not seek to kill me, Dumbledore?” called Voldemort, his scarlet eyes narrowed over the top of the shield. “Above such brutality, are you?”
“We both know that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom,” Dumbledore said calmly, continuing to walk toward Voldemort as though he had not a fear in the world, as though nothing had happened to interrupt his stroll up the hall. “Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I admit—“
“There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!” snarled Voldemort.
“You are quite wrong,” said Dumbledore, still closing in upon Voldemort and speaking as lightly as though they were discussing the matter over drinks. -- Chapter 36
Fawkes swooped down in front of Dumbledore, opened his beak wide, and swallowed the jet of green light whole. He burst into flame and fell to the floor, small, wrinkled, and flightless. At the same moment, Dumbledore brandished his wand in one, long, fluid movement – the snake, which had been an instand from sinking its fangs into him, flew high into the air and vanished in a wisp of dark smoke; the water in the pool rose up and covered Voldemort like a cocoon of molten glass -- Chapter 36
And then Harry’s scar burst open. He knew he was dead: it was pain beyond imagining, pain past endurance –
He was gone from the hall, he was locked in the coils of a creature with red yees, so tightly bound that Harry did not know where his body ended and the creature’s began. They were fused together, bound by pain, and there was no escape –
And when the creature spoke, it used Harry’s mouth, so that in his agony he felt his jaw move …
“Kill me now, Dumbledore…”
Blinded and dying, every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again…
“If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy…”
Let the pain stop, thought Harry. Let him kill us… End it, Dumbledore…. Deaht is nothing compared to this…
And I’ll see Sirius again… -- Chapter 36
“Cornelius, I am ready to fight your men – and win again!” said Dumbledore in a thunderous voice. “But a few minutes ago you saw proof, with your own eyes, that I have been telling you the turth for a year. Lord Voldemort has returned, and you have been chasing the wrong men for twelve months, and it is time you listened to sense!” -- Chapter 36
“There is no shame in what you are feeling, Harry,” said Dumbledore’s voice. “On the contrary… the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength.” -- Chapter 37
“I don’t want to talk about how I feel, all right?”
“Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human—“
“THEN – I – DON’T – WANT – TO – BE – HUMAN!” Harry roared… the portrait of Armando Dippet said, “Really!”
“I DON’T CARE!” Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!” […]
“You do care,” said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.” -- Chapter 37
“Do you – do you think I want to – do you think I give a – I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU’VE GOT TO SAY!” Harry roared. “I don’t want to hear anything you’ve got to say!”
“You will,” said Dumbledore sadly. “Because you are not as angry with me as you ought to be. If you are to attack me, as I know you are close to doing, I would like to have thoroughly earned it.” -- Chapter 37
“It is my fault that Sirius died,” said Dumbledore clearly. “Or I should say almost entirely my fault – I will not be so arrogant as to claim responsibility for the whole. Sirius was brave, clever, and energetic man, and such men are not usually content to sit at home in hiding while they believe others to be in danger. Nevertheless, you should never have believed for an instant that there was any necessity for you to go to the Department of Mysteries tonight. If I had been open with you, Harry, as I should have been, you would have known a long time ago that Voldemort might try and lure you to the Department of Mysteries, and you would never have been tricked into going there tonight. And Sirius would not have had to come after you. That blame lies with me, and with me alone.” -- Chapter 37
“Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike…” -- Chapter 37
“Don’t you see, Harry? Do you see the flaw in my brilliant plan now? I had fallen into the trap I had foreseen, that I had told myself I could avoid, that I must avoid.”
“I don’t—“
“I cared about you too much,” said Dumbledore simply. “I cared more for your happiness than your knowing the truth, more for your peace of mind than my plan, more for your life than the lives that might be lost if the plan failed. In other words, I acted exactly as Voldemort expects we fools who love to act.” -- Chapter 37
“I am afraid,” said Dumbledore slowly, looking as though every word cost him a great effort, “that there is no doubt that it is you.” -- Chapter 37
“Daddy sold it to them,” said Luna vaguely, turning a page of The Quibbler. “He got a very good price for it too, so we’re going to go on an expedition to Sweden this summer and see if we can catch a Crumple-Horned Snorkack.”
Hermione seemed to struggle with herself for a moment, then said, “That sounds lovely.” -- Chapter 38
Professor Umbridge left Hogwarts the day before the end of term. It seemed that she had crept out of the hospital wing during dinnertime, evidently hoping to depart undetected, but unfortunately for her, she met Peeves on the way, who seized his last chance to do as Fred had instructed and chased her gleefully from the premises, whacking her alternately with a walking stick and a sock full of chalk. Many students ran out into the entrance hall to watch her running away down the path, and the Heads of Houses tried only halfheartedly to restrain their pupils. Indeed, Professor McGonagall sank back into her chair at the staff tabel after a few feeble remonstrances and was clearly heard to express a regret that she could not run cheering after Umbridge herself, because Peeves had borrowed her walking stick. -- Chapter 38
“He will not come back,” repeated Nick quietly. “He will have… gone on.” -- Chapter 38
She shook her head in disbelief. “Oh, come on. You heard them, just behind the veil, didn’t you?”
“You mean…”
“In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that’s all. You heard them.”
They looked at each other. Luna was smiling slightly. Harry did not know what to say, or to think. Luna believed so many extraordinary things… yet he had been sure he had heard voices behind the veil too… -- Chapter 38
“Well, I always thought he was a bit of an idiot,” he said, prodding his queen forward toward Harry’s quivering castle. “Good for you. Just choose someone – better – next time.”
He cast Harry and oddly furtive look as he said it.
“Well, I’ve chosen Dean Thomas, would you say he’s better?” asked Ginny vaguely.
“WHAT?” shouted Ron, upending the chessboard. -- Chapter 38
“I expect what you’re not aware of would fill several books, Dursley,” growled Moody. -- Chapter 38
“Are you threatening me, sir?” he said so loudly that passerby actually turned to stare.
“Yes, I am,” said Mad-Eye, who seemed rather pleased that Uncle Vernon had grasped this fact so quickly.
“And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?” barked Uncle Vernon.
“Well…” said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. “Yes, I’d have to say you do, Dursley.” -- Chapter 38
“We’ll see you soon, mate,” said Ron anxiously, shaking Harry’s hand.
“Really soon, Harry,” said Hermione earnestly. “We promise.”
Harry nodded. He somehow could not find words to tell them what it meant to him, to see them all ranged there, on his side. -- Chapter 38
“Who do you know who’s lost a buttock?” -- Tonks, Chapter 3 (Indeed. XD)
”But Dumbledore says he doesn’t care what they do as long as they don’t take him off the Chocolate Frog cards." -- Bill, Chapter 5 (That's the spirit.)
“I love hearing Mum shouting at someone else,” said Fred, with a satisfied smile on his face as he opened the door an inch or so to allow Mrs. Weasley’s voice to penetrate the room better. “It makes such a nice change.” -- Chapter 6
“My mother didn’t have a heart, Kreacher,” Sirius snapped. “She kept herself alive out of pure spite.” -- Chapter 6
“Kreacher wasn’t quite as devoted to him as to my mother, but I still caught him snogging a pair of my father’s old trousers last week.” – Sirius, Chapter 6 (I know snogging means stealing in this context… but… XD)
"HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF --"
"SHUT UP!" roared Mrs. Weasley. -- Chapter 9
"I'll sponsor you to shut up about spew," Ron muttered irritably. -- Chapter 9
Mrs. Wealsey let out a shriek just like Hermione's.
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!"
"What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?" said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son. -- Chapter 9
"You don't mind if we don't kiss you, do you, Ron?" said Fred in a falsely anxious voice.
"We could curtsy, if you like," said George. -- Chapter 9
"I was never a prefect myself," said Tonks brightly […] "My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities."
"Like what?" said Ginny, who was choosing a baked potato.
"Like the ability to behave myself," said Tonks. -- Chapter 9
"I'm just s-s-so worried," [Mrs. Weasley] said, tears spilling out of her eyes again. "Half the f-f-family's in the Order, it'll b-b-be a miracle if we all come through this… and P-P-Percy's not talkng to us….. What if something d-d-dreadful happens and we had never m-m-made up?" -- Chapter 9
"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest pleasure," said Luna -- Chapter 10 (… I love that quote.)
“Of course not,” said Hermione scathingly, before Harry could answer, “The Quibbler’s rubbish, everyone knows that.”
“Excuse me,” said Luna; her voice had suddenly lost its dreamy quality. “My father’s the editor.” -- Chapter 10 (Bwah ha ha…)
"Ron, we're supposed to show the first years where to go!"
"Oh yeah," said Ron, who had obviously forgotten. "Hey -- hey, you lot! Midgets!"
"Ron!"
"Well, they are, they're titchy…" -- Chapter 11
"Don't you remember what Dumbledore said at the end-of-term feast last year?"
Harry and Ron both looked at her blankly, and Hermione sighed again.
"About You-Know-Who. He said, 'His gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust--"
"How do you remember stuff like that?" asked Ron, looking at her in admiration.
"I listen, Ron," said Hermione with a touch of asperity. -- Chapter 12
"We're not going to use magic?" Ron ejaculated loudly. -- Chapter 12 (That was for you lot.)
"You told her He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back?"
"Yes."
Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, watching Harry closely. Then she said, "Have a biscuit, Potter."
"Have -- what?"
"Have a biscuit," she repeated impatiently, indivating a tartain tin of cookies lying on top of one of the piles of papers on her desk. -- Chapter 12
"If you don't stop doing it, I'm going to --"
"Put us in detention?" said Fred in an I'd-like-to-see-you-try-it voice.
"Make us write lines?" said George, smirking. […]
"No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother."
"You wouldn't," said George, horrified, taking a step back from her. -- Chapter 13
"Harry, don't go picking a row with Malfoy, don't forget, he's a prefect now, he could make life difficult for you…"
"Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life?" said Harry sarcastically. -- Chapter 13
“I think we’d better check with Puddlemere United whether Oliver Wood’s been killed during a training session, because she seems to be channeling his spirit.” – Harry, Chapter 13
“I would not go that way if I were you,” said Nearly Headless Nick, drifting disconcertingly through a wall just ahead of [Harry] as he walked down the passage. “Peeves is planning an amusing joke on the next person to pass the bust of Paracelsus halfway down the corridor.”
“Does it involve Paracelsus falling on top of the person’s head?” asked Harry.
“Funnily enough, it does,” said Nearly Headles Nick in a bored voice. -- Chapter 14
“Oh give them here,” [Hermione] said abruptly.
“What?” said Ron.
“Give them to me, I’ll look through them and correct them,” she said.
“Are you serious? Ah, Hermione, you’re a lifesaver,” said Ron, “what can I—“
“What you can say is, ‘We promise we’ll never leave our homework this late again,’” she said, holding out boht hands for their essays, but she looked slightly amused all the same. -- Chapter 14 (She does love those boys, doesn’t she? :))
“Er – Harry?” said Ron uncertainly. “Why are you down there?”
“Because I’ve just seen Sirius’s head in the fire,” said Harry -- Chapter 14 (Of course, why didn’t we think of that?)
There was a pause in which Sirius looked out of the fire at Harry, a crease between his sunken eyes.
“You’re less like your father than I thought,” he said finally, a definite coolness in his voice. “The risk would’ve been what made it fun for James.” -- Chapter 14 (Was very angry and not-happy with Sirius after reading this quote.)
“’That’s how Dolores Umbridge came to be appointed to the teaching staff at Hogwarts,’ said Weasley last night. ‘Dumbledore couldn’t find anyone, so the Minister put in Umbridge and of course, she’s been an immediate success--‘”
“She’s been a WHAT?” said Harry loudly. – Chapter 15
“But this is more important than homework!” said Hermione.
Harry and Ron goggled at her. -- Chapter 15
“Harry, you’re the best in the year at Defense Against the Dark Arts,” said Hermione.
“Me?” said Harry, now grinning more broadly than ever. “No I’m not, you’ve beaten me in every test –“
“[…] I’m not talking about test results, Harry. Look what you’ve done!”
“How d’you mean?”
“You know what, I’m not sure I want someone this stupid teaching me,” Ron said to Hermione, smirking slightly. -- Chapter 15
“Harry,” she said timidly, “don’t you see? This… this is exactly why we need you… We need to know what it’s r-really like… facing him… facing V-Voldemort.”
It was the first time she had ever said Voldemort’s name. -- Chapter 15 (W00t!)
“You know what?” Ron murmured, looking over at the bar with enthusiasm. “We
could order anything we liked in here, I bet that bloke would sell us anything, he wouldn’t care. I’ve always wanted to try firewhisky—“
“You—are—a--prefect,” snarled Hermione.
“Oh,” said Ron, the smile fading from his face. “Yeah…” -- Chapter 16
“A couple of people?” said Harry hoarsely to Hermione. “A couple of people?” -- Chapter 16
“Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?” inquired George, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko’s bags.
“Or any part of your body, really, we’re not fussy where we stick this,” said Fred. -- Chapter 16
He was on the sixth stair when it happened. There was a loud, wailing, klaxonlike sound and the steps melted together to make a long, smooth stone slide. There was a brief moment when Ron tried to keep running, arms working madly like windmills, then he toppled over backward and shot down the newly created slide, coming to rest on his back at Harry’s feet.
“Er – I don’t think we’re allowed in the girls’ dormitories,” said Harry. -- Chapter 17
“And as for Potter… My father says it’s a matter of time before the Ministry has him carted off to St. Mungo’s… apparently they’ve got a special ward for people whose brains have been addled by magic…” […]
Something collided hard with Harry’s shoulder, knocking him sideways. A split second later he realized that Neville had just charged past him, heading straight for Malfoy.
“Neville, no!” -- Chapter 17
Ron looked utterly perplexed.
“Sirius is right,” he said, “you do sound just like my mother.” -- Chapter 18
“Dobby knows the perfect place, sir!” he said happily. “Dobby heard tell of it from the other house-elves when he came to Hogwarts, sir. It is known by us as the Come and Go Room, sir, or else as the Room of Requirement!”
“Why?” said Harry curiously.
“Because it is a room that a person can only enter,” said Dobby seriously, “when they have real need of it. Sometimes it is there, and sometimes it is not, but when it appears, it is always equipped for the seeker’s needs.” -- Chapter 18
“Yeah, the D.A.’s good,” said Ginny. “Only let’s make it stand for Dumbledore’s Army because that’s the Ministry’s worst fear, isn’t it?” -- Chapter 18
[Harry] dwelled on satisfying memories of their most recent [D.A.] meeting, remembering how Neville had successfully disarmed Hermione, how Colin Creevey had mastered the Impediment Jinx after three meetings’ hard effort, how Parvati Patil had produced such a good Reductor Curse that she had reduced the table carrying all the Sneakoscopes to dust. -- Chapter 19
He bent down and tugged the dragon steak out of Fang’s mouth.
“Oh, Hagrid, don’t, it’s not hygien—“ Hermione began, but Hagrid had already slapped the meat over his swollen eye. – Chapter20
“Er – I don’t want ter be rude,” said Hagrid, staring at her, “but who the ruddy hell are you?” -- Chapter 20
“Oy!” bellowed Ron, finally losing patience and sticking his head out of the window, “I am a prefect and if one more snowball hits this window – OUCH!”
He withdrew his head sharply, his face covered in snow. -- Chapter 21
“You evil hag!” she whispered at Umbridge walked toward Pansy Parkinson. “I know what you’re doing, you awful, twisted, vicious –“ […]
“You see what she’s up to? It’s her thing about half-breeds all over again – she’s trying to make out Hagrid’s some kind of dim-witted troll, just because he had a giantess for a mother – and oh, it’s not fair, that really wasn’t a bad lesson at all – I mean, all right, if it had been Blast-Ended Skrewts again, but thestrals are fine – in fact, for Hagrid, they’re really good!” -- Chapter 21
“…They are very interesting, aren’t they? The way some people can see them and some can’t! I wish I could.”
“Do you?” Harry asked her quietly.
She looked horrorstruck.
“Oh Harry – I’m sorry – no, of course I don’t – that was a really stupid thing to say –“ -- Chapter 21
Cho made a funny noise halway between a sob and a laugh. She was even nearer him now. He could have counted the freckles on her nose.
“I really like you, Harry.” -- Chapter 21
“Ron,” said Hermione in a dignified voice, dipping the point of her quill into her ink pot, “you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet.” -- Chapter 21
“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. -- Chapter 21
Harry knew Dumbledore was referring to the clock that told, not the time, but the whereabouts and conditions of the various Weasley family members, and with a pang he thought that Mr. Weasley’s hand must, even now, be pointing at “mortal peril”. […] .. And he felt cold as he remembered Mrs. Weasley’s boggart turning into Mr. Weasley’s lifeless body, his glasses askew, blood running down his face… But Mr. Weasley wasn’t going to die… He couldn’t… -- Chapter 22
For a split second, Harry thought how absurd it was for Tonks to expect the dummy to hear talking that quietly through a sheet of glass, when there were buses rumbling along behind her and all the racket of a street full of shoppers. Then he reminded himself that dummies could not hear anyway. -- Chapter 22
“Anyway,” said Mr. Weasley in a raised voice, “this time Willy’s been caught selling biting doorknobs to Muggles, and I don’t think he’ll be able to worm his way out of it because according to this article, two Muggles have lost fingers and are now in St. Mungo’s for emergency bone regrowth and memory modification. Just think of it, Muggles in St. Mungo’s! I wonder which ward they’re in?”
And he looked eagerly around as though hoping to see a signpost. -- Chapter 22
“It sounds as though you’ve been trying to sew your skin back together,” said Mrs. Weasley with a snort of mirthless laughter, “but even you, Arthur, wouldn’t be that stupid.”
“I fancy a cup of tea too,” said Harry, jumping to his feet.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny almost sprinted to the door with him. As it swung closed behind them, they heard Mrs. Weasley shriek, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THAT’S THE GENERAL IDEA?” -- Chapter 22
“Well, hello there!” he said. “I expect you’d like my autograph, would you?”
“Hasn’t changed much, has he?” Harry muttered to Ginny, who grinned. -- Chapter 22
…Neville had already stretched out his hand, into which his mother dropped an empty Droobles Blowing Gum wrapper.
“Very nice, dear,” said Nevlle’s grandmother in a falsely cheery voice, patting his mother on the shoulder. But Neville said quietly, “Thanks Mum.”
His mother tottered away, back up the ward, humming to herself. Neville looked around at the others, his __expression defiant, as though daring them to laugh, but Harry did not think he’d ever found anything less funny in his life.
“Well, we’d better get back,” sighed Mrs. Longbottom, drawing on long green gloves. “Very nice to have met you all. Neville, put that wrapper in the bin, she must have given you enough of them to paper your bedroom by now…”
But as they left, Harry was sure he saw Neville slip the wrapper into his pocket. -- Chapter 22 (Tearjerking moment. :’()
“We wanted to talk to you, Harry,” said Ginny, “but as you’ve been hiding ever since we got back—“
“I didn’t want anyone to talk to me,” said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled.
“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone butme who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.”
Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he wheeled around.
“I forgot,” he said. -- Chapter 23
“Healer Smethwyck worked his magic in the end, found an antidote to whatever that snake’s got in its fangs, and Arthur’s learned his lesson about dabbling in Muggle medicine, haven’t you dear?” she added, rather menacingly.
“Yes, Molly dear,” said Mr. Weasley meekly. -- Chapter 24
A thin, pimply, jug-eared youth in a purple uniform leapt down onto the pavement and said, “Welcome to the—“
“Yes, yes, we know, thank you,” said Tonks swiftly. “On, on, get on—“ -- Chapter 24
“Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily – weak people, in other words – they stand no chance against his powers! He will penetrate your mind with absurd ease, Potter!”
“I am not weak,” said Harry in a low voice, fury now pumping through him so that he thought he might attack Snape in a moment.
“Then prove it! Master yourself!” spat Snape. “Control your anger, discipline your mind! We shall try again! Get ready, now! Legilimens!” -- Chapter 24
“Dumbledore trusts him,” Hermione repeated. “And if we can’t trust Dumbledore, we can’t trust anyone.” -- Chapter 25
“Harry, you’re worse than Ron… Well, no, you’re not,” she sighed, as Ron himself came stumping into the Hall splattered with mud and looking grumpy. -- Chapter 26
“You should write a book,” Ron told Hermione as he cut up his potatoes, “translating mad things girls do so boys can understand them.” -- Chapter 26
The teachers were, of course, forbidden from mentioning the interview by Educational Decree Number Twenty-six, but they found ways to express their feeling about it all the same. Professor Sprout awarded Gryffindor twenty points when Harry passed her a watering can; a beaming Professor Flitwick pressed a box of squeaking sugar mice on him at the end of Charms, said “Shh!” and hurried away; and Professor Trelawney broke into hysterical sobs during Divination and announced to the startled class, and a very disapproving Umbridge, that Harry was not going to suffer an early death after all, but would live to a ripe old age, come the Minister of Magic, and have twelve children. -- Chapter 26
Harry raised his own wand.
“Protego!”
Snape staggered; his wand flew upward, away from Harry – and suddenly Harry’s mind was teeming with memories that were not his – a hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman, while a small dark-haired boy cried in a corner… A greasy-haired teenager sat alone in a dark bedroom, pointing his wand at the ceiling, shooting down flies…. A girl was laughing as a scrawny boy tried to mount a bucking broomstick—
“ENOUGH!” -- Chapter 26
“Well, Potter… that was certainly and improvement…” -- Chapter 26 (That was almost praise from Snape.)
To Harry’s very great surprise, Dumbledore continued to smile. He looked down at Professor Trelawney, who was still sobbing and choking on her trunk, and said, “You are quite right, of course, Professor Umbridge. As High Inquisitor you have every right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to send them away from the castle. I am afraid,” he went on, with a courteous little bow, “that the power to do that still resides with the headmaster, and it is my wish that Professor Trelawney continue to live at Hogwarts.” -- Chapter 26
“I cannot allow you to manhandle my students, Dolores,” said Dumbledore, and for the first time, he looked angry. -- Chatper 26
“Well, well, well – I came here tonight expecting to expel Potter and instead—“
“Instead you get to arrest me,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “It’s like losing a Knut and finding a Galleon, isn’t it?” -- Chapter 26
“Well – it’s just that you seem to be laboring under the delusion that I am going to – what is the phrase? ‘Come quietly.’ I am afraid I am not going to come quietly at all, Cornelius. I have absolutely no intention of being sent to Azkaban. I could break out, of course – but what a waste of time, and frankly, I can think of a whole host of things I would rather be doing.” -- Chapter 26
"He will not be single-handed!" said Professor McGonagall loudly, plunging her hand inside her robes.
"Oh yes he will, Minerva!" said Dumbledore sharply. "Hogwarts needs you!" -- Chapter 26
"You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts… but you cannot deny he's got style…" -- Chapter 26
He raised the cup to his lips and then, just as suddenly, lowered it. One of the horrible painted kittens behind Umbridge had great round blue eyes just like Mad-Eye Moody's magical one, and it had just occurred to Harry what Mad-Eye would say if he ever heard that Harry had drunk anything offered by a known enemy. -- Chapter 28
"Thank you so much, Professor!" said Professor Flitwick in his squeaky little voice. "I could have got rid of the sparklers myself, of course, but I wasn't sure whether I had the authority…" -- Chapter 28
"Are you feeling all right?" Ron asked, staring at her in disbelief.
"Now you mention it," said Hermione happily, "d'you know… I think I'm feeling a bit… rebellious." -- Chapter 28
"Did you like question ten, Moony?" asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall.
"Loved it," said Lupin briskly. "'Give five signs that identify the werewolf.' Excellent question."
"D'you think you managed to get all the signs?" said James in tones of mock concern.
"Think I did," said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. "One: He's sitting on my chair. Two: He's wearing my clothes. Three: His name's Remus Lupin…" -- Chapter 28
"I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid," said Lily. -- Chapter 28
"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." -- Chapter 29
"You don't seem to need many qualifications to liaise with Muggles… All they want is an O.W.L. in Muggle Studies… 'Much more important is your enthusiasm, patience, and a good sense of fun!'"
"You'd need more than a good sense of fun to liaise with my uncle," said Harry darkly. "Good sense of when to duck, more like…" -- Chapter 29
"What do you think about this?" Hermione demanded of Ron, and Harry was reminded irresistibly of Mrs. Weasley appealing to her husband during Harry's first dinner in Grimmauld Place. -- Chapter 29
Professor Umbridge gave her most pronounced cough yet.
"May I offer you a cough drop, Dolores?" Professor McGonagall asked curly, without looking at Professor Umbridge. -- Chapter 29
"Potter has no chance whatsoever of becoming an Auror!"
Professor McGonagall got to her feet too, and in her case this was a much mor eimpressive move. She towered over Professor Umbridge.
"Potter," she said in ringing tones, "I will assist you to become an Auror if it is the last thing I do! If I have to coach you nightly I will make sure you achieve the required results!" -- Chapter 29
"George," said Fred, "I think we've outgrown full-time education."
"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George lightly.
"Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?" asked Fred.
"Definitely," said George.
And before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wands and said together, "Accio Brooms!" -- Chapter 29
"Five her hell from us, Peeves."
And Peeves, who Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset. -- Chapter 29
None of the staff but Filch seemed to be stirring themselves to help her. Indeed, a week after Fred and George's departure Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves, who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier, and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, "It unscrews the other way." -- Chapter 30 (Lefty loosey, righty tighty…)
"But this is excellent!" said Ron, looking thrilled. "It's all your fault, Harry -- Mum can't blame me at all! Can I tell her?" -- Chapter 30
"They were all bullyin' him, Hermione, 'cause he's so small!" said Hagrid.
"Small?" said Hermione. "Small?"
"Hermione, I couldn' leave him," said Hagrid, tears now trickling down his bruised face into his beard. "See -- he's my brother!" -- Chapter 30
"No!" said Hermione in a hushed voice.
"YES!" said Harry loudly.
"HARRY! HERMIONE!" yelled Ron, waving the silver Quidditch Cup in the air and looking quite beside himself. "WE DID IT! WE WON!"
They beamed up at him as he passed; there was a scrum at the door of the castle and Ron's head got rather badly bumped on the lintel, but nobody seemed to want to put him down. -- Chapter 30
"He brought one back and hid it in the forest?"
"Yep," said Harry grimly.
"No," said Ron, as though by saying this he could make it untrue. "No, he can't have…"
"Well, he has," said Hermione firmly. "Grawp's about sixteen feet tall, enjoys ripping up twenty-foot pine trees, and knows me," she snorted, "as Hermy." -- Chapter 31
He lowered his eyes to the first question: a) Give the incantation, and b) describe the wand moment required to make an object fly…
Harry had a fleeting memory of a club soaring high into the air and landing loudly on the thick skill of a troll… Smiling slightly, he bent over the paper and began to write… -- Chapter 31
Harry raised his wand, looked directly at Umbridge, and imagined her being sacked.
“Expecto Patronum!” -- Chapter 31
“Such a lovely, sweet-tempered girl,” said Ron, very quietly, producing his queen forward so that she could begin beating up one of Harry’s knights. -- Chapter 31
“And from now on, I don’t care if my tea leaves spell die, Ron, die -- I’m just chucking them in the bin where they belong.” -- Chapter 31 (Merp…)
Harry could see the tiny outline of Fang, attempting to defend Hagrid, leaping at the wizards surrounding him until a Stunning Spell caught him and he fell to the ground. Hagrid gave a howl of fury, lifted the culprit bodily from the ground, and threw him: The man flew what looked like ten feet and did not get up again. Hermione gasped, both hands over her mouth; Harry looked around at Ron and saw that he too was looking scared. None of them had ever seen Hagrid in a real temper before… -- Chapter 31
“How dare you!” the figure shouted as she ran. “How dare you!”
“It’s McGonagall!” whispered Hermione.
“Leave him alone! Alone, I say!” said Professor McGonagall’s voice through the darkness. “On what grounds are you attacking him? He has done nothing, nothing to warrant such –“
Hermione, Parvati, and Lavender all screamed. No fewer than four Stunners had shot from the figures around the cabin toward Professor McGonagall. Halfway between the cabin and castle the red beams collided with her. For a moment she looked luminous, illuminated by an eerie red glow, then was lifted right off her feet, landed hard on her back, and moved no more.
“Galloping gargoyles!” shouted Professor Tofty, who seemed to have forgotten the exam completely. “Not so much as a warning! Outrageous behavior!” -- Chapter 31
“That evil woman!” gasped Hermione, who seemed to be having difficulty talking due to rage. “Trying to sneak up on Hagrid in the dead of night!” -- Chapter 31
“As if one of them could have Stunned Minerva McGonagall face on by daylight! Cowardive, that’s what it was… Despicable cowardice… If I wasn’t worried what would happen to you students without me, I’d resign in protest…” -- Chapter 32
“You… This isn’t a criticism, Harry! But you do… sort of… I mean – don’t you think you’ve got a bit of a – a -- saving-people-thing?” -- Chapter 32
There was a moment’s silence, then the elf let out his loudest cackle yet. “Master will not come back from the Department of Mysteries!” he said gleefully. -- Chapter 32
“He’s got Padfoot!” he shouted. “He’s got Padfoot at the place where it’s hidden!”
Snape had stopped with his hand on Umbridge’s door handle. -- Chapter 32
[Harry] wrenched himself free of her and turned. Around fifty centaurs were emerging on every side, their bows raised and loaded, pointing at Harry, Hermione, and Umbridge, who backed slowly into the center of the clearing, Umbridge uttering odd little whimpers of terror. Harry looked sideways at Hermione. She was wearing a triumphant smile. -- Chapter 33
At this precise moment Grawp caught sight of them, the only two humans in a sea of centaurs. He lowered his head another foot or so, staring intently at them. Harry could feel Hermione shaking Grawp opened his mouth wide again and said, in a deep, rumbling voice, “Hermy.”
“Goodness,” said Hermione, gripping Harry’s arm so tightly it was growing numb and looking as though she were about to faint,”he – he remembered!” -- Chapter 33
Ron landed a short way away and toppled immediately off his thestral onto the pavement.
“Never again,” he said, struggling to his feet. He made as though to stride away from his thestral, but, unable to see it, collided with its hindquarters and almost fell over again. “Never, ever again… that was the worst –“ -- Chapter 34
“Shut your mouth!” Bellatrix shrieked. “You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood’s tongue, you dare—“
“Did you know he’s a half-blood too?” said Harry recklessly. Hermione gave a little moan in his ear. “Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch but his dad was a Muggle – or has he been telling you lot he’s pureblood?” -- Chapter 35
“Honest, Harry, they’re brains – look -- Accio Brain!”
The scene seemed momentarily frozen. Harry, Ginny, and Neville and each of the Death Eaters turned in spite of themselves to watch the top of the tank as a brain burst from the green liquid like a leaping fish. -- Chapter 35
“Longbottom?” repeated Bellatrix, and a truly evil smile lit her gaunt face. “Why, I have had the pleasure of meeting your parents, boy…”
“I DOE YOU HAB!” roared Neville, and he fought so hard against his captor’s encircling grip that the Death Eater shouted “Someone Stun him!” -- Chapter 35
Only one couple were still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix’s jet of red light: He was laughing at her. “Come on, you can do better than that!” he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch…
And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather’s wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place. -- Chapter 35 (Reading that for the fifth time or something like that, tears come to the eyes. :’()
“He can’t come back, Harry,” said Lupin, his voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry. “He can’t come back, because he’s d—“
“HE – IS – NOT – DEAD!” roared Harry. “SIRIUS!” -- Chapter 36
“Harry… I’b really sorry…” said Neville. […] “Was dat man – was Sirius Black a – a friend of yours?”
Harry nodded. -- Chapter 36
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 in pain as Neville had – she was already on her feet again, breathles, no longer laughing. […]
“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…” -- Chapter 36
“No!” she screamed. “It isn’t true, you’re lying – MASTER, I TRIED, I TRIED – DO NOT PUNISH ME—“
“Don’t waste your breath!” yelled Harry, his eyes screwed up against the pain in his scar, now more terrible than ever. “He can’t hear you from here!”
“Can’t I, Potter?” said a high, cold voice. -- Chapter 36
“You do not seek to kill me, Dumbledore?” called Voldemort, his scarlet eyes narrowed over the top of the shield. “Above such brutality, are you?”
“We both know that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom,” Dumbledore said calmly, continuing to walk toward Voldemort as though he had not a fear in the world, as though nothing had happened to interrupt his stroll up the hall. “Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I admit—“
“There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!” snarled Voldemort.
“You are quite wrong,” said Dumbledore, still closing in upon Voldemort and speaking as lightly as though they were discussing the matter over drinks. -- Chapter 36
Fawkes swooped down in front of Dumbledore, opened his beak wide, and swallowed the jet of green light whole. He burst into flame and fell to the floor, small, wrinkled, and flightless. At the same moment, Dumbledore brandished his wand in one, long, fluid movement – the snake, which had been an instand from sinking its fangs into him, flew high into the air and vanished in a wisp of dark smoke; the water in the pool rose up and covered Voldemort like a cocoon of molten glass -- Chapter 36
And then Harry’s scar burst open. He knew he was dead: it was pain beyond imagining, pain past endurance –
He was gone from the hall, he was locked in the coils of a creature with red yees, so tightly bound that Harry did not know where his body ended and the creature’s began. They were fused together, bound by pain, and there was no escape –
And when the creature spoke, it used Harry’s mouth, so that in his agony he felt his jaw move …
“Kill me now, Dumbledore…”
Blinded and dying, every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again…
“If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy…”
Let the pain stop, thought Harry. Let him kill us… End it, Dumbledore…. Deaht is nothing compared to this…
And I’ll see Sirius again… -- Chapter 36
“Cornelius, I am ready to fight your men – and win again!” said Dumbledore in a thunderous voice. “But a few minutes ago you saw proof, with your own eyes, that I have been telling you the turth for a year. Lord Voldemort has returned, and you have been chasing the wrong men for twelve months, and it is time you listened to sense!” -- Chapter 36
“There is no shame in what you are feeling, Harry,” said Dumbledore’s voice. “On the contrary… the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength.” -- Chapter 37
“I don’t want to talk about how I feel, all right?”
“Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human—“
“THEN – I – DON’T – WANT – TO – BE – HUMAN!” Harry roared… the portrait of Armando Dippet said, “Really!”
“I DON’T CARE!” Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!” […]
“You do care,” said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.” -- Chapter 37
“Do you – do you think I want to – do you think I give a – I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU’VE GOT TO SAY!” Harry roared. “I don’t want to hear anything you’ve got to say!”
“You will,” said Dumbledore sadly. “Because you are not as angry with me as you ought to be. If you are to attack me, as I know you are close to doing, I would like to have thoroughly earned it.” -- Chapter 37
“It is my fault that Sirius died,” said Dumbledore clearly. “Or I should say almost entirely my fault – I will not be so arrogant as to claim responsibility for the whole. Sirius was brave, clever, and energetic man, and such men are not usually content to sit at home in hiding while they believe others to be in danger. Nevertheless, you should never have believed for an instant that there was any necessity for you to go to the Department of Mysteries tonight. If I had been open with you, Harry, as I should have been, you would have known a long time ago that Voldemort might try and lure you to the Department of Mysteries, and you would never have been tricked into going there tonight. And Sirius would not have had to come after you. That blame lies with me, and with me alone.” -- Chapter 37
“Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike…” -- Chapter 37
“Don’t you see, Harry? Do you see the flaw in my brilliant plan now? I had fallen into the trap I had foreseen, that I had told myself I could avoid, that I must avoid.”
“I don’t—“
“I cared about you too much,” said Dumbledore simply. “I cared more for your happiness than your knowing the truth, more for your peace of mind than my plan, more for your life than the lives that might be lost if the plan failed. In other words, I acted exactly as Voldemort expects we fools who love to act.” -- Chapter 37
“I am afraid,” said Dumbledore slowly, looking as though every word cost him a great effort, “that there is no doubt that it is you.” -- Chapter 37
“Daddy sold it to them,” said Luna vaguely, turning a page of The Quibbler. “He got a very good price for it too, so we’re going to go on an expedition to Sweden this summer and see if we can catch a Crumple-Horned Snorkack.”
Hermione seemed to struggle with herself for a moment, then said, “That sounds lovely.” -- Chapter 38
Professor Umbridge left Hogwarts the day before the end of term. It seemed that she had crept out of the hospital wing during dinnertime, evidently hoping to depart undetected, but unfortunately for her, she met Peeves on the way, who seized his last chance to do as Fred had instructed and chased her gleefully from the premises, whacking her alternately with a walking stick and a sock full of chalk. Many students ran out into the entrance hall to watch her running away down the path, and the Heads of Houses tried only halfheartedly to restrain their pupils. Indeed, Professor McGonagall sank back into her chair at the staff tabel after a few feeble remonstrances and was clearly heard to express a regret that she could not run cheering after Umbridge herself, because Peeves had borrowed her walking stick. -- Chapter 38
“He will not come back,” repeated Nick quietly. “He will have… gone on.” -- Chapter 38
She shook her head in disbelief. “Oh, come on. You heard them, just behind the veil, didn’t you?”
“You mean…”
“In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that’s all. You heard them.”
They looked at each other. Luna was smiling slightly. Harry did not know what to say, or to think. Luna believed so many extraordinary things… yet he had been sure he had heard voices behind the veil too… -- Chapter 38
“Well, I always thought he was a bit of an idiot,” he said, prodding his queen forward toward Harry’s quivering castle. “Good for you. Just choose someone – better – next time.”
He cast Harry and oddly furtive look as he said it.
“Well, I’ve chosen Dean Thomas, would you say he’s better?” asked Ginny vaguely.
“WHAT?” shouted Ron, upending the chessboard. -- Chapter 38
“I expect what you’re not aware of would fill several books, Dursley,” growled Moody. -- Chapter 38
“Are you threatening me, sir?” he said so loudly that passerby actually turned to stare.
“Yes, I am,” said Mad-Eye, who seemed rather pleased that Uncle Vernon had grasped this fact so quickly.
“And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?” barked Uncle Vernon.
“Well…” said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. “Yes, I’d have to say you do, Dursley.” -- Chapter 38
“We’ll see you soon, mate,” said Ron anxiously, shaking Harry’s hand.
“Really soon, Harry,” said Hermione earnestly. “We promise.”
Harry nodded. He somehow could not find words to tell them what it meant to him, to see them all ranged there, on his side. -- Chapter 38