"… and to you, if you have stuck with Harry until the very end."
Here’s to book seven. Here’s to the years of anticipation before it and the years of discussion in its wake. Here’s to the boy who lived and how he changed everything.
And here’s to you, if you know that “the very end” isn’t happening anytime soon.
"Is every man in your life a complete wanker, except me?"
You’re the wild type, Sarah. You propagate against all odds. You’re restless. You survive.
Friendship isn’t about whom you’ve know the longest. Its about who came and never left your side.
that thing he does with his eyebrows
Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living and above all, those who live without love.