Why is it, whenever something happens, it is always you three?
Believe me, Professor, I’ve been asking myself the same question for six years.
Why is it, whenever something happens, it is always you three?
Believe me, Professor, I’ve been asking myself the same question for six years.
It was Malfoy.
That is a very serious accusation, Potter!
Indeed. Your evidence?
I just know.
You just know? [pause] Once again you astonish with your gifts Potter, gifts mere mortals can only dream of possessing. How grand it must be... to be the Chosen One.
Potter... In light of what has happened. If you should have the need to talk to someone... You should know, Professor Dumbledore... You meant a great deal to him.
Do you think he would've done it? Draco.
No. No, he was lowering his wand. In the end, it was Snape. It was always Snape. I did nothing. [Harry gives the locket to Hermione] It's fake. Open it.
"To the Dark Lord: I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B." R.A.B.?
Don't know. But whoever they are, they have the real Horcrux. It means it was all a waste. All of it.
Ron's okay with it, you know. You and Ginny. If I were you when he's around, I'd keep snogging to a minimum.
I'm not coming back, Hermione. I've got to finish whatever Dumbledore started. And I don't know where that'll lead me, but I'll let you and Ron know where I am... when I can.
I've always admired your courage, Harry. But sometimes, you can be really thick. You don't really think you're going to be able to find all those Horcruxes by yourself, do you? You need us, Harry.
Just do me a favor. When I’m around, keep the snogging to a minimum, please.
Like that’s going to happen. Besides, he’s barking.
Funny, he says the same thing about you.
Yes, but I’m exceptionally perceptive.
You’re brilliant. You’re both brilliant. I never realized how beautiful this place was.
Quick thinking on your part, Harry, using the bezoar. You must be very proud of your student, Horace.
Hm? Oh, yes, very proud.
I think we agree. Potter's actions were heroic. The question is: why were they necessary?
Why indeed? This appears to be a gift, Horace. You don't remember who gave you this bottle? By the way, possesses remarkably subtle hints of licorice and sherry, but not polluted with poison.
Actually, I had intended to give it as a gift myself.
To whom, I might ask?
To you, Headmaster.
Where is he?! Where's my Won-Won?! Has he been asking for me?! [sees Hermione next to Ron's bed] What's she doing here?!
I might ask you the same question.
I happen to be his girlfriend.
I happen to be his. [looks at Ron, then back] Friend.
Don't make me laugh. You haven't spoken in weeks. I suppose you want to make up with him now, nobody's suddenly all interesting.
He's been poisoned, you daft dimbo! And for the record, I've always found him interesting.
Ah. See? He senses my presence. [leans down] Don't worry, Won-Won. I'm here. I'm here.
I missed her. Uh... Hermione... Her... my... nee. Hermione.
Oh, to be young, and to feel love's keen sting. Well, come away everybody. Mr. Weasley is well tended.
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