What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?โ โOh no, Ron,โ came Fredโs voice, very sarcastically. โNo, this is exactly where we wanted to end up.
J. K. RowlingNow, I donโt want any of you youngsters to worry โ youโll still have your Potions master when Iโm through with him, never fear!โ โWouldnโt it be good if they finished each other off?โ Ron muttered in Harryโs ear.
J. K. RowlingWell, you split your soul, you see, and hide part of it in an object outside the body. Then, even if oneโs body is attacked or destroyed, one cannot die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged. But of course, existence in such a form . . .
J. K. RowlingI speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour.
J. K. RowlingAnd Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three red-headed men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as they staggered and stumbled over stone and wood. 'No - no - no!' someone was shouting. 'No! Fred! No!' 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 etched upon his face.
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