And Death spoke to them —’”“Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but... - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
"And Death spoke to them —’”“Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?”“It’s a fairy tale, Harry!”“Right, sorry. Go on."
"And Death spoke to them —’”“Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?”“It’s a fairy tale, Harry!”“Right, sorry. Go on."
"How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?"
"How do you feel, Georgie?"whispered Mrs. Weasley.George's fingers groped for the side of his head."Saintlike,"he murmured."What's wrong with him?"croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?""Saintlike,"repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. "You see...I'm HOLEY, Fred, geddit?"
"Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain."
"Cinderella? Snow White? What's that? An illness?"
"Would it hurt to die?"