the boy who cared

We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.

Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.

I have seen your heart and it’s mine. I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears.

We were better without you, happier without you.  Who could look at you beside Harry Potter? What are you, compared to the chosen one. 

               Wicked!

“are you coming or are you staying?”

Ron had ambled over to them looking lost and desperate. “Good luck, Ron,” said Hermione, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek. Ron seemed to come to himself slightly as they walked back across the Great Hall. He touched the spot on his face where Hermione had kissed him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had just happened.

We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.

If you loved me, why’d you leave me? 

Ron’s got all those brothers to compete against at home, and you’re his best friend, and you’re really famous - he’s always shunted to one side whenever people see you, and he puts up with it, and he never mentions it, but I suppose this is just one time too many.

I don’t know how it work but Christmas morning, I was sleeping in this little pub, keeping away from some Snatchers, and I heard it. A voice. Your voice, Hermione. You said my name. Just my name. Like a whisper. So I took it, clicked it and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. It flew towards me, the ball of light, right through my chest and straight through me.