“Promise you’ll write this summer, both of you.”
“Oh, I won’t. You know I won’t.”
“Harry will, won’t you?”
“Yeah, every week.”
“Everything’s going to change now, isn’t it.”
“Do you think we’ll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?”
“Ah well, what’s life without a few dragons?”
“I never liked these curtains. Set them on fire in my fourth year.”
“That’s my son! That’s my boy!”
Oh god that part is so horrible. Everyone is cheering and then it’s just so sad.
“I want you to look at me when I kill you. I want to see the light leave your eyes!”
That awkward moment when you think Voldemort is going to give you a new hand but he doesn’t.
Oh god Voldemort is so creepy.
“For a moment there, I thought you were gonna let it get me.”
“For a moment, so did I.”
“Some game, huh?”
“An hour long you’ll have to look.”
”Again, obvious. Though admittedly potentially problematic.”
“Potentially problematic? When was the last time you held your breath underwater for an hour, Hermione?”