Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows_ J.K. Rowling

2015 Jun. 4 41

picture from bloomsbury
picture from bloomsbury

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

J.K. Rowling

Bloomsbury

“After all this time?"

“Always," said Snape.

There are some books which have special meanings to you, and to you only. Harry Potter series is one of them. They are my childhood. And they are what got me into reading in the first place. I will never forget the first time I read them. I even needed to write down phonetic symbols beside words at that time.

Things finally unfold after thousands of pages. Rowling is indeed an honorable and impressive writer. Everything is carefully planned beforehand and maybe this is why every detail in the books is unquestionable. It is unlike other books which give us a sense that the author is thinking and planning while writing. In this way, not everything has a reason behind it, and plot can be “deliberate" occasionally.

Growing up with the characters is an amazing experience for me. And reread allows me to look back on my trail of maturation. I leaned, grew up and knew more about myself as the series progressed; just like everyone in the book did.

Two major things I learned from all seven books:

  • Everyone has flaws. We all have past and things we don’t want to acknowledge. Even Dumbledore has something to confess. Who we were, and where we came from doesn’t really matter. It is who we choose to be that is important.
  •  Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much. Help and suggestions are needed when we want to do something big.

I don’t know when will be the next time I reread the books once again. But I’m sure that this will not be the last time. 🙂

p.40 Fred and George turned to each other and said together, ‘Wow- we’re identical!’

p.58 ‘How do you feel, Georgie?’ whispered Mrs Weasley. George’s fingers groped for the side of his hand. ‘Saint-like,’ he murmured. ‘What’s wrong with him?’ croaked Fred, looking terrified. ‘Is his mind affected?’ ‘Saint-like,’ repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. ‘You see… I’m holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?’

p.79 The measures they had taken to protect their families made him realise, more than anything  else could have done, that they really were going to come with him and that they knew exactly how dangerous that would be. He wanted to tell them what that meant to him, but he simply could not find words important enough.

p.92 ‘So then I thought, I’d like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some Veela when you’re off doing whatever you’re doing.’

p.145 The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

p.168 Yes, Voldemort is playing a very clever game. Declaring himself might have provoked open rebellion: remaining masked has created confusion, uncertainty and fear.

p.173 ‘Parents,’ said Harry, ‘shouldn’t leave their kids unless- unless they’ve got to.’

p.271 On this spot, on the night of 31 October 1981, Lily and James Potter lost their lives. Their son, Harry, remains the only wizard ever to have survived the Killing Curse. This house, invisible to Muggles, has been lest in its ruined state as a monument to the Potters and as a reminder of the violence that tore apart their family.

p.309 ‘You’ve sort of made up for it tonight,’ said Harry, ‘Getting the sword. Finishing off the Horcrux. Saving my life.’ ‘That makes me sound a lot cooler than I was,’ Ron mumbled. ‘Stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was,’ said Harry. ‘I’ve been trying to tell you that for years.’

p.318 ‘He must’ve known you’d always want to come back.’

p.361 ‘The air of mystery is creating more terror than actually showing himself.’

p.389 Grief, it seemed drove Voldemort out… though Dumbledore, of course, would have said that it was love…

p.490 But if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance, or take up arms against us within this castle, then, Horace, we duel to kill.

p.491 ‘Hogwarts is threatened!’ shouted Professor McGonagall. ‘Man the boundaries, protect us, do your duty to our school!’

p.510 Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet. ‘Is this the moment?’ Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still morefirmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. ‘OI! There’s a war going on here!’

p.521 … but Percy lay across Fred’s body, shielding it from further harm…

p.530 ‘We’re still here,’ she whispered, ‘we’re still fighting.

p.537 ‘Look … at … me…’ he whispered. ‘ The green eyes found the black, but after a second something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank and empty.

p.568 ‘We’re going to keep fighting, Harry. You know that?’

p.569 He wanted to be stopped, to be dragged back, to be sent back home… But he was home. Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here…

p.571 ‘I am sorry too,’ said Lupin. ‘Sorry I will never know him… but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life.’

p.590 ‘Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and , above all, those who live without love. By returning, you may ensure that fewer souls are maimed, fewer families are torn apart.’

p.591 ‘Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?’

p.598 ‘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.

p.601 The house-elves of Hogwarts swarmed into the Entrance Hall, screaming and waving knives and cleavers, and at their head, the locket of Regulus Black bouncing on his chest, was Kreacher, his bullfrog’s voice audible even above this din: Fight! Fight! Fight for my master, defender of house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight!’

p.602 ‘You- will – never – touch – our – children – again!’ screamed Mrs Weasley.

p.605 ‘Snape’s Patronus was a doe,’ said Harry, ‘the same as my mother’s because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from the time when they were children.

p.609 McGonagall replaced the house tables, but nobody was sitting according to house any more: all were jumbled together, teachers and pupils, ghosts and parents, centaurs and house-elves, and Firenze lay recovering in a corner, and Grawp peered in through a smashed window, and people were throwing food into his laughing mouth.

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