Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

chapter 1 [the Dark Lord Ascending] p.6, 10
That Potter lives is due more to my errors than to his triumphs.

She has just married the werewolf, Remus Lupin.

chapter 3 [the Dursleys Departing] p.34, 36
(...)had caused the Dursleys to take to Kingsley in a way that they had certainly not done with any other wizard, although it was true that they had never seen him with his earring in.

What did you say to one another at the end of sixteen years' solid dislike?

chapter 3 [the Seven Potters] p49, 50
“Well, that's that plan scuppered,” said George. “Obviously there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate.”
“Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic: we've got no chance,” said Fred.

“Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry,” said Hermione

Fred and George turned to each other and said together, “Wow−we're identical!”
“I dunno, though. I think I'm still better looking,” said Fred

chapter 5 [Fallen Warrior] p64, 71, 74, 75, 85
He imagined Voldemort, a hundred yards above them as they spoke, looking for a way to penetrate what Harry visualized as a great transparent bubble.

“I won't blast people out of my way just because they're there,” said Harry. “That's Voldemort's job.”

“How do you feel, Georgie?” whispered Mrs. Weasley.
George's fingers groped at the side of his head.
“Saintlike” he murmured.
“What's wrong with him?” croaked Fred, looking terrified: “Is his mind affected?”
“Saintlike,” repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother.
“You see... I'm holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?”
Mrs. Weasley sobbed harder than ever. Color flooded Fred's pale face.
“Pathetic,” he told George. “Pathetic! With the whole wide world of earrelated humor before you, you go for holey?”
“Ah well,” said George, grinning at his tear-soaked mother.

“Harry, he's taking over the Ministry and the newspapers and half the Wizarding world! Don't let him inside your head too!”

chapter 6 [the Ghoul in Pijamas] p95, 97, 104, 106
“Oh, of course,” said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. “I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.”

(...)frowned at Harry as though reproaching him for lack of tact. Harry could not think of anything to say, not least because it was highly unusual for Ron to be teaching anyone else tact.

“Look, if I picked up a sword right now, Ron, and ran you through with it, I wouldn't damage your soul at all.”
“Which would be a real comfort to me, I'm sure,” said Ron. Harry Laughed.

“(...)The sooner this wedding's over, the happier I'll be.”
“Yeah,” said Harry, “then we'll have nothing to do except find Horcruxes.... It'll be like a holiday, won't it?”

chapter 7 [the Will of Albus Dumbledore] p116, 123, 124, 128
“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.”

“Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?” asked Scrimgeour.
“No, I'm not,” retorted Hermione. “I'm hoping to do some good in the world!”

“Take it,” said Scrimgeour quietly.
Harry met the minister’s yellow eyes and knew he had no option but to obey. He held out his hand, and Scrimgeour leaned forward again and placed the Snitch, slowly and deliberately, into Harry’s palm.
Nothing happened. As Harry’s fingers closed around the Snitch, its tired wings fluttered and were still. Scrimgeour, Ron, and Hermione continued to gaze avidly at the now partially concealed ball, as if still hoping it might transform in some way.
“That was dramatic,” said Harry coolly. Both Ron and Hermione laughed.

chapter 8 [the Wedding] p150
“Vot,” he said, draining his goblet and getting to his feet again, “is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?”

chapter 10 [Kreacher's Tale] p183
“Ron! I've found him”
Ron's annoyed voice echoed distantly from several floors below.
“Good! Tell him from me he's a git!”

chapter 11 [the Bribe] p213, 221
Lupin sprang to his feet: His chair toppled backward, and he glared at them so fiercely that Harry saw, for the first time ever, the shadow of the wolf upon his human face.
so~oo HOT!!! *^*

Kreacher's thin arms trembled with the weight of the pan, still held aloft.
“Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?”

chapter 12 [Magic is Might] p226
“‘Merlin's Pants’?” repeated Ron, looking amused. “She must be upset.”

chapter 14 [the Thief] p226
“(...)Can't we call him You-Know-Who − please?”
“Dumbledore said fear of a name−” began Harry.
“In case you hadn't noticed, mate, calling You-Know-Who by his name didn't do Dumbledore much good in the end,” Ron snapped back

chapter 15 [the Goblin's Revenge] p291
Harry, was not a television aerial;
(grief, grief, if I only knew how to draw!! xDDD)

chapter 17 [Bathilda's Secret] p343
One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother... but unnecessary, quite unnecessary....
(I always knew Voldie was a softie after all xDD)

chapter 19 [the Silver Doe] p371, 379
“My Patronus is a stag.”
“Oh yeah. I thought it looked different. No antlers.”

“Getting the sword. Finishing of 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.”

chapter 20 [Xenophilius Lovegood] p391, 392, 396, 411
“he must've known I'd run out on you.”
“No,” Harry corrected him. “He must've know you'd always want to come back.”

Harry had forgotten Ron's hatred of spiders.
(a true friend never forget those kinds of stuff)

“All's fair in love and war,” said Ron brightly, “and this is a bit of both.(...)”

“(...)I mean, you could claim that anything's real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody's proved it doesn't exist!”

chapter 22 [the Deathly Hallows] p443
One simple test: Check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it's safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the last thing you ever do.”

chapter 24 [the Wandmaker] p489
“Mudblood, and proud of it!(...)”
(xDDDD go Hermione!! xDDD I wouldn't be proud, but good for her xD)

chapter 25 [Shell Cottage] p518
He seemed set on course to become just as reckless a godfather to Teddy Lupin as Sirius Black had been to him.
(ya quisiera ser al menos la mitad del mago q Sirius era ¬¬)

chapter 26 [Gringotts] p523
“There,” said Hermione, “how does he look, Harry?”
It was just not possible to discern Ron under his disguise, but only, Harry thought because he knew him so well. Ron's hair was now long and wavy; he had a thick brown beard and mustache, no freckles, a short, broad nose, and heavy eyebrows.
“Well, he's not my type, but he'll do,” said Harry.

chapter 28 [the Missing Mirror] p560
“Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son. Haven't I just prove my Patronus is a goat?”
“Oh,” said Ron, “Yeah... well, I'm hungry!”
(::picturing a DeathEater!Ron:: kawaii!! I want one!!! *^*)

“Nice job, I hope? Pleasant? Easy? Sort of thing you'd expect an unqualified wizard kid to be able to do without overstretching themselves?”

chapter 29 [the Lost Diadem] p572, 573, 578, 580
“(...)You've saved our lives twice.”
“Look after 'em, then,” said Aberforth gruffly. “I might not be able to save 'em a third time.”

“Released it into the wild,” said Ron. “Hermione was all for keeping it as a pet−”

“Yea, well, food's one of the five exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration,” said Ron to general astonishment.

“So we've been hiding out here for nearly two weeks,” said Seamus, “and it even sprouted a pretty good bathroom once girls started turning up−”
“−and thought they'd quite like to wash, yes,”

We were all in it together
(and suddenly they all were in East High basketball uniforms and singing along...)

chapter 30 [the Sacking of Severus Snape] p593, 594, 595, 605, 606
“I see what Bellatrix meant,” said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, “you need to really mean it.”

“He spat at you,” said Harry.
“Potter, I−that was very−very gallant of you−(...)”

“Professor McGonagall, Voldemort's on the way.”
“Oh, are we allowed to say the name now?” asked Luna with an air of interest,

“We shall secure the school against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named while you search for this−this object.”
“Is that possible?”
“I think so,” said Professor McGonagall dryly, “we teachers are rather good at magic, you know.(...)”

“Am I too late? Has it started? I only just found out, so I−I−”
Percy spluttered into silence. Evidently he had not expected to run into most of his family. There was a long moment of astonishment, broken by Fleur turning to Lupin and saying, in a wildly transparent attempt to break the tension, “So−'ow eez leetle Teddy?”
Lupin blinked at her, startled. The silence between the Weasleys seemed to by solidifying, like ice.
“I−oh yes−he's fine!” Lupin said loudly. “Yes, Tonks is with him−at her mother's−”
Percy and the other Weasleys were still staring at one another, frozen.
“Here, I've got a picture!” Lupin shouted, pulling a photograph from inside his jacket and showing it to Fleur and Harry, who saw a tiny baby with a tuft of bright turquoise hair, waving fat fists at the camera.
“I was a fool!” Percy roared, so loudly that Lupin nearly dropped his photograph.
“I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a−a−”
“Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron.” said Fred.
Percy swallowed.
“Yes, I was!”
“Well, you can't say fairer that that,” said Fred, holding out his hand to Percy.
Mrs. Weasley burst into tears. She ran forward, pushed Fred aside, and pulled Percy into a strangling hug, while he patted her on the back, his eyes on his father.
“I'm sorry, Dad.” Percy said.
Mr. Weasley blinked rather rapidly, then he too hurried to hug his son.
(I've told you, I'm easily moved T-T xD)

chapter 31 [the Battle of Hogwarts] p624, 625, 626, 633, 637
“(...)Have you seen my grandson?”
“He's fighting,” said Harry.
“Naturally,” said the old lady proudly. “Excuse me, I must go and assist him.”

“Hang on a moment!” said Ron sharply. “We've forgotten someone!”
“Who?” asked Hermione.
“The house-elves, they'll all be down in the kitchen, won't they?”
“You mean we ought to get them fighting?” asked Harry.
“No,” said Ron seriously, “I mean we should tell them to get out. We don't want anymore Dobbies, do we? We can't order them to die for us−”
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. 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 more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. “Oi! There's a war going on here!”
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
“I know, mate,” said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, “so it's now or never, isn't it?”
“Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?” Harry shouted. “D'you think you could just−just hold it in until we've got the diadem?”
“Yeah−right−sorry− “ said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.
(yai!!!! ::RxHe super fan girl moment:: I'm exited!!! The first kiss!!!! Yaiiii!!!!! *^*)

“IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU, HARRY!” roared Ron's voice

And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still echoed upon his face.

chapter 32 [the Elder Wand] p645, 646, 653
“And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two−faced bastard!” Ron yelled.

the fighters scattered, Death Eaters and Hogwartians alike,
(Hogwartians... xDDDDD sorry, Hogwartians xDDDD)

But the reality seemed to close upon him, cruel and plain: the only way forward was to kill the snake, and the snake was where Voldemort was, and Voldemort was at the end of this tunnel....
“Harry, we’re coming, just get in there!” said Ron, pushing him forward.

“No,” said Voldemort. “I have performed my usual magic. I am extraordinary,

chapter 33 [the Prince's Tale] p666, 667, 671, 680, 683
“Does it make a difference, being Muggle-born?”
Snape hesitated. His black eyes, eager in the greenish gloom, moved over the pale face, the dark red hair.
“No,” he said. “It doesn't make any difference.”
(isn't he swe~et?! *^*)

“They wouldn't give you to the dementors for that! Dementors are for people who do really bad stuff. They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban.(...) ”

“My whole family have been in Slytherin,” he said.
“Blimey,” said James, “and I thought you seemed all right!”
Sirius grinned.

“No,” agreed Dumbledore. “You are a braver man by far than Igor Karkaroff. You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon. . . ”
(shame of shame!!! granpa a Gryffindor!! can't even think about it!! ¬¬)

death is coming for me as surely as the Chudley Cannons will finish bottom of this year's league.

chapter 34 [the Forest Again] p697
now Neville will take Harry's place
(como debió ser desde un principio)

He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here...
(ponerse al mismo nivel que el abuelo y Voldie!!! ¬¬ shame on him!! ¬¬)

chapter 35 [King's Cross] p723
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

chapter 36 [the Flaw in the Plan] p723
He saw Neville, the sword of Gryffindor lying beside his plate as he ate, surrounded by a knot of fervent admirers.

epilogue [Nineteen Years Later] p756
“Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”

“Teddy's back there,” he said breathlessly, pointing back over his shoulder into the billowing clouds of steam. “Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!”
He gazed up at the adults, evidently disappointed by the lack of reaction.
“Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing−”
“You interrupted them?” said Ginny. “You are so like Ron−”
(go Teddy!! xD)

“Don't forget to give Neville our love!” Ginny told James as she hugged him.
“Mum! I can't give a professor love!”
“But you know Neville! −”
James rolled his eyes.
“Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love....”
Shaking his head at his mother's foolishness,

Albus Severus
(y obviamente el estúpido de Potter nunca entendió al abuelo. Creyó honrarlo al ponerle a su retoño Severus?! Severus Potter, Hades! Q honor!! Lo q seguramente Severus siempre quiso, estar aún más cerca de los Potter, de James, q se quedó con la chica, de Harry, por el que tuvo que morir, solo pq tenía los mismos ojos q su madre. Odio este capítulo!!!!! ¬¬)