#userthominho

Well done, Harry, well done.

↳  mornings are for coffee and contemplation.

'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 dont want anymore Dobbys, 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.

You must be imaginative, strong-hearted. You must try things that may not work, and you must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from. Your only limit is your soul.

Of course it is happening in your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic.

The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. He had had it as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it. 

I made a promise to Minho. I wouldn't leave him behind. I have to go after him.