”I will if you go out with me, Evans.”
Harry, you wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.
The boy that made up my childhood is the same boy that didn’t have one.
Mean Girls meets: Harry Potter (part 1)
But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.
It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well.
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (The Forest Again)
The world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters. We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on.
Where would we be without her? To think that this whole world, this whole magical amazing world, lived inside her head…What if she had never decided to share it with us?
Soldiers, you’ve got to soldier on.
