Favorite Half Blood Prince quotes
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MOST HEARTBREAKING:
He must abandon forever the illusion he ought to have lost at the age of one, that the shelter of a parent's arms meant that nothing could hurt him. There was no waking from his nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that he was safe really, that it was all in his imagination; the last and greatest of his protectors had died, and he was more alone than he had ever been before.
"I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you."
"Dumbledore had left the school, had left the world...had left Harry."
"Severus..."
The sound frightened Harry beyond anything he had experienced all evening. For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading.
But he understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to death and walking into the arena with your head held high.
"You said to us once before," said Hermione quietly, "that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, haven't we?"
"We're with you whatever happens," said Ron.
"What?"
"At your aunt and uncle's house," said Ron. "And then we'll go with you, wherever you're going."
"No, it was honest," said Harry. "One of the only honest things you've said to me. You don't care whether I live or die, but I do care that I help you convince everyone you're winning the war against Voldemort. I haven't forgotten, Minister..."
He raised his right fist. There, shining white on the back of his cold hand, were the scars that Dolores Umbridge had forced him to carve into his own flesh: I must not tell lies.
SHIPPY:
"You thought I would not weesh to marry him? Or per'aps, you hoped? 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!"
"I love you, Hermione," said Ron, sinking back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily.
Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, "Don't let Lavender hear you saying that."
She's Ron's sister.
But she's ditched Dean!
She's still Ron's sister.
I'm his best mate!
That'll make it worse.
If I talked to him first-
He'd hit you,
What if I don't care?
He's your best mate!
"She met Harry's gaze with the same hard, blazing look that he had seen when she had hugged him after winning the Quidditch Cup in his absence, and he knew that at that moment they understood each other perfectly, and that when he told her what he was going to do now, she would not say, "Be careful," or "Don't do it", but accept his decision, because she would not have expected anything less of him."
"I never really gave up on you, not really. I always hoped . . . Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? . . . . "I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn't be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that's why I like you so much."
"Three dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a hippogriff tattoed across your chest."
Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her it's a Hungarian Horntail," said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. "Much more macho."
"Thanks," said Harry, grinning. "And what did you tell her Ron's got?"
"A Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where."
Ron scowled as Hermione rolled around laughing.
"I am not being ridiculous," said Lupin steadily. "Tonx deserves somebody young and whole."
"But she wants you," said Mr. Weasley, with a small smile.
"Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. "
FUNNY
"But you are normal!" said Harry fiercely. "You've just got a - a problem -"
Lupin burst out laughing. "Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my 'furry little problem' in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit."
'I see a light in the kitchen. Let us not deprive Molly any longer of the chance to deplore how thin you are.'
"No," said Harry confidently. "I'm going to Hagrid's, I've got a good feeling about going to Hagrid's."
"You've got a good feeling about burying a giant spider?" asked Ron, looking stunned.
'Why,' asked Snape, 'does it have the name 'Roonil Wazlib' written inside the front cover?'
Harry's heart missed a beat.
'That's my nickname,' he said.
'Your nickname,' repeated Snape.
'Yeah ... that's what my friends call me,' said Harry.
'I understand what a nickname is,' said Snape.
Large groups of girls tended to converge underneath the mistletoe bunches everytime Harry went past, which caused blockages in the corridors; fortunately, however, Harry's frequent night-time wanderings had given him an unusually good knowledge of the castle's secret passageways...
"It's only Muggle-borns they hate, they'd be quite happy to let you and Ron join up."
"There is no way they'd let me be a Death Eater!" said Ron indignantly, a bit of sausage flying off the fork he was now brandishing at Hermione and hitting Ernie Macmillan on the head. "My whole family are blood traitors! That's as bad as Muggle-borns to Death Eaters!"
"And they'd love to have me," said Harry sarcastically. "We'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in."
"And speaking of hitherto unsuspected skills, Ronald," said George," what is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called-- unless our information is faulty-- Lavender Brown?" [snip] "I really don't know how you think of them. No, what we want to know was... how did it happen?" "What d'you mean?" "Did she have an accident or something?" "What?" "Well, how did she sustain such extensive brain damage?"
"Oh, very good,' interrupted Snape, his lip curling. "Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. Ghosts are transparent."
behind
the
cut
MOST HEARTBREAKING:
He must abandon forever the illusion he ought to have lost at the age of one, that the shelter of a parent's arms meant that nothing could hurt him. There was no waking from his nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that he was safe really, that it was all in his imagination; the last and greatest of his protectors had died, and he was more alone than he had ever been before.
"I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you."
"Dumbledore had left the school, had left the world...had left Harry."
"Severus..."
The sound frightened Harry beyond anything he had experienced all evening. For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading.
But he understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to death and walking into the arena with your head held high.
"You said to us once before," said Hermione quietly, "that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, haven't we?"
"We're with you whatever happens," said Ron.
"What?"
"At your aunt and uncle's house," said Ron. "And then we'll go with you, wherever you're going."
"No, it was honest," said Harry. "One of the only honest things you've said to me. You don't care whether I live or die, but I do care that I help you convince everyone you're winning the war against Voldemort. I haven't forgotten, Minister..."
He raised his right fist. There, shining white on the back of his cold hand, were the scars that Dolores Umbridge had forced him to carve into his own flesh: I must not tell lies.
SHIPPY:
"You thought I would not weesh to marry him? Or per'aps, you hoped? 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!"
"I love you, Hermione," said Ron, sinking back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily.
Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, "Don't let Lavender hear you saying that."
She's Ron's sister.
But she's ditched Dean!
She's still Ron's sister.
I'm his best mate!
That'll make it worse.
If I talked to him first-
He'd hit you,
What if I don't care?
He's your best mate!
"She met Harry's gaze with the same hard, blazing look that he had seen when she had hugged him after winning the Quidditch Cup in his absence, and he knew that at that moment they understood each other perfectly, and that when he told her what he was going to do now, she would not say, "Be careful," or "Don't do it", but accept his decision, because she would not have expected anything less of him."
"I never really gave up on you, not really. I always hoped . . . Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? . . . . "I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn't be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that's why I like you so much."
"Three dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a hippogriff tattoed across your chest."
Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her it's a Hungarian Horntail," said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. "Much more macho."
"Thanks," said Harry, grinning. "And what did you tell her Ron's got?"
"A Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where."
Ron scowled as Hermione rolled around laughing.
"I am not being ridiculous," said Lupin steadily. "Tonx deserves somebody young and whole."
"But she wants you," said Mr. Weasley, with a small smile.
"Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. "
FUNNY
"But you are normal!" said Harry fiercely. "You've just got a - a problem -"
Lupin burst out laughing. "Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my 'furry little problem' in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit."
'I see a light in the kitchen. Let us not deprive Molly any longer of the chance to deplore how thin you are.'
"No," said Harry confidently. "I'm going to Hagrid's, I've got a good feeling about going to Hagrid's."
"You've got a good feeling about burying a giant spider?" asked Ron, looking stunned.
'Why,' asked Snape, 'does it have the name 'Roonil Wazlib' written inside the front cover?'
Harry's heart missed a beat.
'That's my nickname,' he said.
'Your nickname,' repeated Snape.
'Yeah ... that's what my friends call me,' said Harry.
'I understand what a nickname is,' said Snape.
Large groups of girls tended to converge underneath the mistletoe bunches everytime Harry went past, which caused blockages in the corridors; fortunately, however, Harry's frequent night-time wanderings had given him an unusually good knowledge of the castle's secret passageways...
"It's only Muggle-borns they hate, they'd be quite happy to let you and Ron join up."
"There is no way they'd let me be a Death Eater!" said Ron indignantly, a bit of sausage flying off the fork he was now brandishing at Hermione and hitting Ernie Macmillan on the head. "My whole family are blood traitors! That's as bad as Muggle-borns to Death Eaters!"
"And they'd love to have me," said Harry sarcastically. "We'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in."
"And speaking of hitherto unsuspected skills, Ronald," said George," what is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called-- unless our information is faulty-- Lavender Brown?" [snip] "I really don't know how you think of them. No, what we want to know was... how did it happen?" "What d'you mean?" "Did she have an accident or something?" "What?" "Well, how did she sustain such extensive brain damage?"
"Oh, very good,' interrupted Snape, his lip curling. "Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. Ghosts are transparent."
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Date: 2005-07-21 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-21 06:52 pm (UTC)I agree. If Harry and Snape didn't have history, they could have gotten along very well. Just look how well Harry liked Snape as the HBP when he didn't know who it was!
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Date: 2005-07-21 07:17 pm (UTC)Yeah, that is the funny thing. If Snape was anyone other than Snape, Harry would have really liked him. It's partially because Snape makes himself awful and partially because Harry wants to think he's awful. Harry WANTS to think Snape is terrible because he doesn't like him, but it keeps being proven that Snape might be hard to get along with, but not evil. That's why I find it hard to think that Snape is actually evil. If he didn't look like a bat and make himself a prick, no one would question Snape's loyalties.
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Date: 2005-07-21 07:19 pm (UTC)And that's it in a nutshell and that's why I hope he wasn't Voldie's right hand man traitor. Because equating nice with good is not anything I like.
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Date: 2005-07-21 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-21 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-21 06:57 pm (UTC)