"i'm dangerous"

I used to look back at pictures and cringe but actually I’m quite proud that I’ve had fun with fashion and don’t always look perfect. The only regret I have is when I look at something I wore when I was very young and it obviously looks like it belonged to someone else.

“It’s very impressive, isn’t it?”

“I’m hunted quite as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook! I’m a mudblood!” “Don’t call yourself ―” Ron muttered. “Why shouldn’t I?” said Hermione. “Mudblood, and proud of it!”

There’s a storm coming.

This is Scabbers, by the way. Pathetic, isn’t he?

But you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

“Of course, it doesn’t matter how he looks … it’s not r-really important … but he was a very handsome little b-bo … always very handsome … and he was g-going to be married!” “And what do you mean by zat?” said Fleur suddenly and loudly. “What do you mean, ‘he was going to be married?’” Mrs. Weasley raised her tear-stained face, looking startled. “Well - only that - ” “You theenk Bill will not wish to marry me anymore?” demanded Fleur. “You theenk, because of these bites, he will not love me?” “No, that’s not what I - ” “Because ‘e will!” said Fleur, drawing herself up to her full height and throwing back her long mane of silver hair. “It would take more zan a werewolf to stop Bill loving me!” “Well, yes, I’m sure,” said Mrs. Weasley, “but I thought perhaps - given how how he - ”

“I love her like a sister and I reckon she feels the same way about me.”

               Harry did not know where to begin, but it did not matter, at that moment, something large and silver came falling through the canopy over the dance floor. Graceful and gleaming, the lynx landed lightly in the middle of the astonished dancers. Heads turned, as those nearest it froze absurdly in mid-dance. Then the Patronus’s mouth opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.