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from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001)

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004)
Professor Snape: [taps the blank Marauder's Map with his wand] Reveal your secrets.
[writing appears on the map]
Professor Snape: Read it.
Harry: "Messrs. Mooney, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, offer their compliments to Professor Snape and... "
Professor Snape: Go on.
Harry: "... and request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business."

Ron: [sitting bolt upright in bed] Spiders... the spiders... they want me to tap-dance. And I don't want to tap-dance!
Harry: You tell those spiders, Ron.
Ron: Yeah, tell them... I'll tell them...
[falls straight back asleep]

Harry: And now we wait?
Hermione: And now we wait.
[they sit down end of scene]

Sirius Black: Enough talk,Remus! C'mon, let's kill him!
Professor Lupin: Wait!
Sirius Black: I did my waiting! Twelve years of it! In Azkaban!
Professor Lupin: Very well, kill him. But wait one more minute. Harry has the right to know why.
Harry: I know why! You betrayed my parents! You're the reason they're dead!
Professor Lupin: No, Harry, it wasn't him! Somebody did betray your parents, but it was somebody who, until quite recently, I believed to be dead.
Harry: Who was it then?
Sirius Black: Peter Pettigrew! And he's in this room, right now! Come out, come out, Peter! Come out and play!

[last lines]
Harry: [voice-over] I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
[writing appears, and the credits roll to end]
Harry: Mischief managed.
[the writing on the parchment fades away]
Harry: Nox.
[fade to black]

Harry: What's the holdup?
Ron: Probably Neville's forgotten the password again.
Neville Longbottom: [behind them] Hey!
Ron: Oh... You're there...

Hermione: If you're going to kill Harry you'll have to kill us too!
Sirius Black: No, only one will die tonight.
Harry: Then it'll be you!

Fred Weasley: Nice try Harry, but not good enough
Harry: Come on guys, I'm trying to get to Hogsmeade
Fred Weasley, George Weasley: We know
George Weasley: If you'll stop squirming, we have a better way...
Harry: Guys, come on...
Fred Weasley: Awwh, bless him
George Weasley: Now Harry...
Fred Weasley, George Weasley: Come and join the big boys

Ron: [as Harry lays unconcious] Looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?
Fred Weasley: Peaky? What'd you expect him to look like? He fell fifty feet.
George Weasley: Yeah, c'mon, Ron. We'll walk you off the Astronomy Tower and see how you come out looking.
Harry: Probably a right sight better than he normally does.
[he opens his eyes to see everyone is with him]
Hermione: Harry! How are you feeling?
Harry: [he slips on his glasses] Brilliant.
Fred Weasley: Gave us a right good scare, mate.
Harry: What happened?
Ron: You fell off your broom.
Harry: Really? I meant the match. Who won?
[silence, no one is answering]
Hermione: No one blames you, Harry. The Dementors aren't meant to come on the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. After he saved you, he sent them straight off.
Ron: There's something else you should know, Harry. Your Nimbus - when it blew away? - it sort of landed in the Whomping Willow. And well...
[he hands Harry his broken broom stick]

Harry: Now what?
Hermione: We save Sirius.
Harry: How?
Hermione: No idea.

Harry: Excuse me, sir. Where's Professor Lupin?
Professor Snape: That's really none of your concern is it, Potter?

Harry: Egypt, huh? What's it like?
Ron: Brilliant! Loads of cool stuff. Mummies, tombs. Even Scabbers enjoyed himself.
Hermione: You know, the Egyptians used to worship cats.
Ron: Yeah, along with the dung beetle.

Hermione: Beautiful day.
Ron: Gorgeous. Unless of course you've been ripped to pieces.
Harry: Ripped to pieces? What are you talking about?
Hermione: Ronald has lost his rat.
Ron: I haven't lost anything! Your cat killed him!
Hermione: Rubbish!
Ron: Harry, you've seen the way that blood thirsty beast of hers is always lurking about. And now Scabbers is gone!
Hermione: Well maybe you should learn to take better care of your pets!
Ron: Your cat killed him!
Hermione: Did not!
Ron: Did.
Hermione: Didn't.

Harry: He was their friend, and he betrayed them. He was their *friend*! I hope he finds me! Cause when he does, I'm gonna be ready. When he does, I'm gonna kill him!

Harry: "Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs are proud to present the Marauder's Map."
George Weasley: We owe them so much.
Harry: Hang on. This is Hogwarts. And that... No. Is that really...?
Fred Weasley: Dumbledore.
George Weasley: In his study.
Fred Weasley: Pacing.
George Weasley: Does that a lot.
Harry: So you mean this map shows...?
Fred Weasley: Everyone.
Harry: Everyone?
George Weasley: Everyone.
Fred Weasley: Where they are.
George Weasley: What they're doing.
Fred Weasley: Every minute.
George Weasley: Of every day.
Harry: Brilliant! Where'd you get it?
Fred Weasley: Nicked it from Filch's office, of course, first year.
George Weasley: Now, listen. There are seven secret passageways out of the castle. We'd recommend...
George Weasley, Fred Weasley: This one.
Fred Weasley: The One-Eyed Witch passageway.
George Weasley: It'll lead you straight to Honeyduke's cellar.
Fred Weasley: We best hurry. Filch is heading this way.
George Weasley: Oh, and Harry, don't forget. When you're done, just give it a tap and say...
George Weasley, Fred Weasley: "Mischief Managed." Otherwise anyone can read it.

Uncle Vernon: You bring her back! You bring her back now, you put her right!
Harry: No! She deserved what she got! Keep away from me.
Uncle Vernon: You're not allowed to do magic outside of school.
Harry: Yeah? Try me.
Uncle Vernon: They won't take you back now! You've nowhere to go!
Harry: I don't care! Anywhere's better than here.

Mr. Arthur Weasley: Harry, there are some within the Ministry who would strongly discourage me from divulging what I'm about to reveal to you, but I think that you need to know the facts. You are in danger. Grave danger.
Harry: Has this anything to do with Sirius Black?
Mr. Arthur Weasley: What do you know about Sirius Black, Harry?
Harry: Only that he's escaped from Azkaban.
Mr. Arthur Weasley: Do you know why? Thirteen years ago, when you stopped...
Harry: - Voldemort...
Mr. Arthur Weasley: - don't say his name.
Harry: Sorry.
Mr. Arthur Weasley: When you stopped You-Know-Who, Black lost everything. But to this day, he still remains a faithful servant. And his mind you are the only thing that stands in the way of You-Know-Who returning to power. And that is why he has escaped from Azkaban. To find you...
Harry: And kill me.
Mr. Arthur Weasley: Harry, I want you to swear to me that whatever you might hear, you won't go looking for Black.
Harry: Mr. Weasley, why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me?

Harry: What happened to me?
Ron: Well, you sort of went rigid. We thought maybe you were having a fit or something.
Harry: And did either of you two, you know, pass out?
Ron: No... I felt weird though, like I'd never be cheerful again.
Harry: But someone was screaming... a woman...
Hermione: No one was screaming, Harry.

[about Malfoy]
Ron: Listen to the idiot! He's really laying it on thick, isn't he?
Harry: At least Hagrid didn't get fired.
Hermione: Yeah, but I hear Draco's father's furious. We haven't heard the end of this.

Harry: There's Pettigrew.
Hermione: Harry, you can't!
Harry: Hermione, that's the man who betrayed my parents! You don't expect me to just sit here!
Hermione: Yes, you must! Harry, you're in Hagrid's hut now. If you just go bursting in you'll think you've gone mad! Awful things happen to wizards who've meddled with time. We can't be seen.

Harry: But you're innocent!
Sirius Black: And you know it. And for now, that'll do.

Harry: You were right, Hermione! It wasn't my dad I saw earlier! It was me! I saw myself conjuring the patronus before! I knew I could do it this time, because... well, because I'd already done it! Does that make sense?
Hermione: No! But I DON'T LIKE FLYING!
[screams as Buckbeak dives]

Sirius Black: I expect you're tired of hearing this, but you look so like your father. Except your eyes. You have...
Harry: My mother's eyes.
Sirius Black: It's cruel that I got to spend so much time with James and Lily, and you so little. But know this; the ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them in here.
[puts his hand to Harry's heart]

Hermione: [howls]
Harry: What are you doing?
Hermione: Saving your life!
Harry: Thanks!... Great, now he's coming at us!
Hermione: Yeah, didn't think about that... run!

Harry: Expecto Patronum!

Harry: Professor, why do the dementors affect me so? More than anyone else, I mean?
Professor Lupin: Listen, dementors are among the foulest creatures to walk this earth. They feed on every good feeling, every happy memory until a person is left with nothing but his worst experiences. The dementors affect you more than others because there are true horrors in your past, horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine. You are not weak, Harry. You have nothing to be ashamed of.
Harry: I'm scared, Professor.
Professor Lupin: Well, I'd consider you a fool if you weren't.

Professor Lupin: Come in. Now, I haven't the faintest idea Harry how this map came to be in your possession, quite frankly I am astounded that you didn't hand it in. Did it never occur to you that this in the hands of Sirius Black is a map to you?
Harry: No, sir.
Professor Lupin: No. You know, your father never set much store by the rules either. But he and your mother gave their lives to save yours. And gambling their sacrifice by wandering around the castle, unprotected, with a killer on the loose seems to me to be a pretty poor way to repay them. Now, I will not cover for you again, Harry, do you hear me? I want you to return to your dormitory and stay there. And don't take any detours. If you do, I shall know.
[taps the map]
Professor Lupin: I shall know.

Cornelius Fudge: As the Minister of Magic, it is my duty to inform you, Mr. Potter, that earlier this evening your uncle's sister was located a little south of Sheffield, circling a chimney stack. The Accidental Magic Reversal department was dispatched immediately, she has been properly punctured and her memory modified. She will have no recollection of the event whatsoever so that's that and no harm done. Pea soup?
Harry: No, thank you. Minister?
Cornelius Fudge: Yes?
Harry: I don't understand.
Cornelius Fudge: Understand?
Harry: I broke the law. Underage wizards aren't allowed to use magic at home.
Cornelius Fudge: Come now Harry, the Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts.

Harry: Poor Professor Lupin's having a really tough night.

Harry: Good punch.
Hermione: Thanks.

Harry: [seeing himself in the past] That's us! This is not *normal*.

Professor Snape: Potter, what are you doing wandering the corridors at night?
Harry: Nothing... I was sleepwalking.
Professor Snape: How extraordinarily like your father you are Potter, he too was exceedingly arrogant, strutting about the castle.
Harry: My Dad didn't strut, and nor do I. Now, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you could lower your wand.

Dumbledore: Well?
Harry: He's free. We did it.
Dumbledore: Did what? Good night.

Harry: It's not... happy. Well, it is, it's the happiest I've ever felt. But it's complicated.
Professor Lupin: Is it strong?

Aunt Marge: They use the cane at St. Brutus's, boy?
Harry: Oh. Yeah, yeah. I... I've been beaten loads of times.

Stan Shunpike: What you doin' down there?
Harry: I fell over.
Stan Shunpike: What you fell over for?
Harry: I didn't do it on purpose.
Stan Shunpike: Well come on then! Let's not wait for the grass to grow!

Harry: [about the Marauder's Map] Professor, just so you know I don't think that map always works. Earlier it showed someone in the castle... someone I know to be dead.
Professor Lupin: Oh really, and who might that be?
Harry: Peter Pettigrew.
Professor Lupin: [looking stunned] That's not possible.

Ron: [when Harry and Hermione reappear] How did you get there? I... I was talking to you there! And now you're there!
Hermione: What's he talking about Harry?
Harry: I dunno. Honestly Ron, how can people be in two places at once?

Ron: Let me get this strait. Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban to come after you?
Harry: Yeah.
Hermione: But they'll catch Black, won't they? I mean, everyone's looking for him.
Ron: Sure. Except no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before, and he's a murderous raving lunatic.
Harry: Thanks, Ron.

Harry: Professor Trelawney?
Professor Trelawney: [in a deep, raspy voice] He will return tonight! He who betrayed his friends - whose heart rots with murder! Innocent blood shall be shed and servant and master shall be reunited once moooooooore!
Professor Trelawney: Oh, I'm sorry, dear. Did you say something?

Harry: I didn't mean to blow her up, I just... lost control.
Ron: Brilliant!
Hermione: Honestly Ron, it's not funny! Harry was lucky not to be expelled.
Harry: I think I was lucky not to have been arrested actually.
Ron: I still think it's brilliant.

Stan Shunpike: What did you say your name was again?
Harry: I didn't.
Stan Shunpike: Well, whereabouts are you headed?
Harry: The Leaky Cauldron! That's in London.
Stan Shunpike: D'you hear that, Ern? The Leaky Cauldron, that's in London.
Shrunken Head: Ah, the Leaky Cauldron! If you have the pea soup, make sure you eat it before it eats you!

Harry: [in reference to Sirius Black on the front cover of the Daily Prophet] Who is that? That man?
Stan Shunpike: Who is that?... Who is... THAT is Sirius Black that is! Don't tell me you've never been hearing of Sirius Black?
Harry: [Harry shakes his head]
Stan Shunpike: He's a murderer. Got himself locked up in Azkaban for it.
Harry: How did he escape?
Stan Shunpike: Well that's the question, isn't it? He's the first one who done it. He was a big supporter of You-Know-Who. Reckon you've heard of him?
Harry: Yeah... him I've heard of.

Fat Lady in Painting: [sings while holding a glass] Ah ah ah AH!
Harry: Fortuna Major.
Fat Lady in Painting: No, wait, wait!
[sings again, higher]
Fat Lady in Painting: Ah ah ah AH!
Harry: Fortuna Major.
Fat Lady in Painting: Wait!
[sings again, highest]
Fat Lady in Painting: Ah ah ah AAAAAAAAAAAH!
[holds the note, looks around to make sure nobody's watching, then smashes the glass on the edge of the painting]
Fat Lady in Painting: Oh, amazing! And just with my voice!
Harry: Fortuna Major.
Fat Lady in Painting: Yes, all right, all right, you can go in.
Harry: Thank you!
Fat Lady in Painting: Plebs.

[while hurtling through London in the Knight Bus]
Harry: But the Muggles! Can't they see us?
Stan Shunpike: Muggles? They don't see nothing, do they?
Shrunken Head: No, but if you jab them with a fork, they feel it!

Harry: Professor, can I ask you something?
Professor Lupin: You want to know why I stopped you facing that boggart, yes? I would have thought that would be obvious - I assumed it would take the shape of Lord Voldemort.
Harry: I did think of Voldemort - at first. But then I remembered that night on the train... and the dementor...
Professor Lupin: I'm very impressed. That suggests that what you fear most of all... is fear itself. This is very wise.

[first lines]
Harry: Lumos Maxima!
[five times]

Aunt Marge: [to Vernon] You mustn't blame yourself about how this one turned out, Vernon. It's all to do with blood. Bad blood will out.
[to Petunia]
Aunt Marge: What is it the boy's father did, Petunia?
Aunt Petunia: Nothing. He didn't work. He was unemployed.
Aunt Marge: And a drunk too, no doubt?
Harry: That's a lie.
Aunt Marge: What did you say?
Harry: [a little enraged] My dad wasn't a drunk!
[Aunt Marge accidentally breaks the glass she it holding, which shatters into pieces, startling everyone else]
Aunt Marge: Don't worry. Don't fuss, Petunia. I have a very firm grip.

[Harry has just successfully conjured a Patronus]
Professor Lupin: You know something, Harry? I think you would have given your father a run for his money, and THAT is saying something.
Harry: I was thinking of him... and Mum. Seeing their faces. They were talking to me, just talking. That's the memory I chose. I don't even know if it's real. But it's the best I have.

[the Fat Lady has finally let them into Gryffindor Tower; both Harry and Seamus are talking at the same time]
Harry: She's still doing it, after three years, I mean...
Seamus Finnegan: I can't believe she still does that...
Harry, Seamus Finnegan: [together] She can't even sing!

[the Whomping Willow has just deposited Harry in the secret passageway]
Harry: AHHH!
[He starts to get up and Hermione lands on top of him]
Hermione: AHHH! Oh I'm sorry!
Harry: That's all right.
[they get to their feet]
Hermione: Where do you suppose this goes?
Harry: I have a hunch. I just hope I'm wrong.

[Harry and Hermione have Time-Turned and are hiding behind the pumpkins. Hermione throws the second rock, which hits the Harry inside Hagrid's hut on the back of his head]
Harry: [inside Hagrid's hut] Ow!
Harry: [outside next to Hermione, rubbing the back of his head] Ow. That hurt!
Hermione: Sorry.

Professor Lupin: Why do you look so miserable, Harry?
Harry: None of it made any difference. Pettigrew escaped.
Professor Lupin: Didn't make any difference? Harry, it made all the difference in the world! You helped discover the truth. You saved an innocent man from a terrible fate. It made a great deal of difference.

Malfoy: Potter! Is it true you fainted? I mean, you actually fainted?
Ron: Shove off, Malfoy.
Harry: How did he find out?
Hermione: Just forget it.

Hermione: Headmaster, you've got to stop them! They've got the wrong man!
Harry: It's true, sir! Sirius is innocent!
Ron: It's Scabbers who did it.
Dumbledore: Scabbers?
Ron: He's my rat, sir. Well he's not really a rat. Well, he was a rat, he was my brother Percy's rat, but then they gave him an owl, and I got...
Hermione: The *point* is, we know the truth. Please believe us.

Hermione: This is a time turner, Harry. McGonagall gave it to me first term. This is how I've been getting to my lessons all year.
Harry: You mean we've gone back in time?
Hermione: Yes. Dumbledore obviously wanted us to return to this moment. Clearly something happened he wants us to change.

Harry: Before, down by the lake when I was with Sirius, I did see someone. That someone made the Dementors go away.
Hermione: With a patronus? I heard Snape telling Dumbledore. According to him, only a really powerful wizard could've conjured it.
Harry: It was my dad. It was my dad who conjured the patronus.
Hermione: But Harry, your dad's...
Harry: Dead, I know. I'm just telling you what I saw.

[about Sirius]
Harry: When we free him, I'll never have to go back to the Dursley's. It'll just be me and him. We could live in the country, someplace you can see the sky. I think he'll like that after all those years in Azkaban.

Aunt Marge: Still here, are you?
Harry: Yes.
Aunt Marge: Don't say 'yes' in that ungrateful way.

[about Hogwarts]
Sirius Black: It's beautiful, isn't it? I'll never forget the first time I walked through those doors. It'll be nice to do it again as a free man.
[about Pettigrew]
Sirius Black: That was a noble thing you did back there. He doesn't deserve it.
Harry: Well, I just didn't think my dad would've wanted his two best friends to become killers. Besides, dead the truth dies with him. Alive, you're free.

Harry: Tell me about Peter Pettigrew!
Professor Lupin: He was at school witth us, we thought he was our friend.
Harry: No, Pettigrew's dead.
[to Sirius]
Harry: You killed him.
Professor Lupin: No he didn't! I thought so too, until you mentioned seeing Pettigrew on the map.
Harry: The map was lying, then.
Sirius Black: The map never lies! Pettigrew's alive.

Hagrid: [about Buckbeak] I think he may let you ride him now.
Harry: What?
Hagrid: [picking him up and placing him on Buckbeak's back] Come on, right behind the wing joint.
Harry: Hey! Hey hey hey hey hey! Hagrid!

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007)
Lord Voldemort: [to Dumbledore via Harry's voice] You've lost, old man.
Harry Potter: [to Voldemort] You're the weak one. And you'll never know love,or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.

Dolores Umbridge: [walks in front of Harry with a straight face] Yes?
Harry Potter: [hesitates and looks at his scarred hand] Nothing.
Dolores Umbridge: [bends down] That's right. Because deep down you know that you deserve to be punished. Don't you Mr. Potter?

Hermione Granger: You've done it, Neville! You've found the Room of Requirement!
Ron Weasley: The what?
Hermione Granger: It's also known as the Come and Go Room. The Room of Requirement only appears when a person has real need of it, and is always equipped with the seeker's needs.
Ron Weasley: So, say you really needed a toilet...
Hermione Granger: Charming, Ronald. But yes, that is the general idea.
Harry Potter: It's brilliant! It's like Hogwarts wants us to fight back!

Lucius Malfoy: [walking with Bellatrix slowly up to Harry] Haven't you always wondered what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord. Why he was unable to kill you when you were just an infant. Don't you want to know the secret, of your scar. All of the answers are there, Potter, in your hand. All you have to do is give it to me, I can show you everything.
[all of the death eaters start closing in around them]
Harry Potter: I've waited fourteen years...
Lucius Malfoy: I know.
Harry Potter: Think I can wait a little longer. NOW!
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom: STUPEFY!

Severus Snape: It appears there is a connection between the Dark Lord's mind and your own. Whether he is, as yet, aware of this connection is for the moment unclear. Pray he remains ignorant.
Harry Potter: You mean if he knows about it then, he'll be able to read my mind.
Severus Snape: Read it, control it, unhinge it. In the past it was often the Dark Lord's pleasure to invade the minds of his victims, creating visions designed to torture them into madness. Only after extracting the last exquisite ounce of agony, only when he had them litterly begging for death would he finally... kill them. Used properly, the power of Occlumency will help shield you from access or influence. In these lessons I will attempt to penetrate your mind. You will attempt to resist. Prepare yourself! Legillimens!

Harry Potter: [to Fudge] I'm not lying.

Hermione Granger: Um... Hi! You all know why we're here. We need a teacher. A proper teacher. One who's had real experience defending themselves against the Dark Arts.
Zacharias Smith: Why?
Ron Weasley: Why. Because You-Know-Who's back, you tosspot.
Zacharias Smith: [nods toward Harry] So he says.
Hermione Granger: So Dumbledore says.
Zacharias Smith: So Dumbledore says because he says! The point is, where's the proof?
Slightly Creepy Boy: If Potter could tell us more about how Diggory got killed...
Harry Potter: I'm not going to talk about Cedric, so if that's why you're here you might as well clear out now.
Harry Potter: [aside to Hermione]
Harry Potter: C'mon, Hermione, let's go. They're just here because they think I'm some sort of freak.
Hermione Granger: Harry, wait!
Luna Lovegood: Is it true you can produce a patronus charm?
Hermione Granger: Yes. I've seen it.
Dean Thomas: Blimey, Harry! I didn't know you could do that!
Neville Longbottom: And he killed a basilisk, with the sword in Dumbledore's office.
Ginny Weasley: It's true.
Ron Weasley: Third year he fought off about a hundred dementors at once.
Hermione Granger: And last year he really did fight off You-Know-Who in the flesh.
Harry Potter: Wait... look, it all sounds *great* when you say it like that. But the truth is most of that was just luck. I didn't know what I was doing half the time, I nearly always had help...
Hermione Granger: He's just being modest.
Harry Potter: No, Hermione, I'm not. Facing this stuff in real life is not like school. In school, if you make a mistake you can just try again tomorrow, but out there, when you're a second away from being murdered or watching a friend die right before your eyes... you don't know what that's like.
Hermione Granger: You're right, Harry, we don't. That's why we need your help. Because if we're having any chance against beating... Voldemort.
Nigel 2nd Year: He's really back?
[Harry nods]

Neville Longbottom: So how are we going to get to London?
Harry Potter: Look, it's not that I don't appreciate everything you've done, all of you, but - but I've got you into enough trouble as it is.
[walks past everyone]
Neville Longbottom: Dumbledore's Army's supposed to be about doing something real.
[Harry stops turns around to face them]
Neville Longbottom: Or was all that just words to you?
Ron Weasley: ...Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate.
Harry Potter: ...So how are we going to get to London?
Luna Lovegood: We fly, of course.

Harry Potter: [to Dumbledore] LOOK AT ME!... What's happening to me?

Harry Potter: How come you're not at the feast?
Luna Lovegood: I've lost all my possessions. Apparently people have been hiding them.
Harry Potter: That's awful!
Luna Lovegood: Oh, it's all good fun. But as this is the last night, I really do need them back.
Harry Potter: Do you want any help finding them?
Luna Lovegood: I'm sorry about your godfather, Harry.
[clasps his hand comfortingly]
Harry Potter: Are you sure you don't want any help looking?
Luna Lovegood: That's all right. Anyway, my mum always said things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end.
[they look up and see a pair of her shoes hanging from the ceiling arch]
Luna Lovegood: If not always in the way we expect.

Harry Potter: This connection between me and Voldemort... what if the reason for it is that I am becoming more like him? I just feel so angry, all the time. What if after everything that I've been through, something's gone wrong inside me? What if I'm becoming bad?
Sirius Black: I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You're not a bad person. You're a very good person, who bad things have happened to. Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

Luna Lovegood: [about her father] We believe you, by the way. That He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back, and you fought him, and the Ministry and the Prophet are conspiring against you and Dumbledore.
Harry Potter: Thanks. Seems you're about the only ones that do.
Luna Lovegood: I don't think that's true. But I suppose that's how he wants you to feel.
Harry Potter: What do you mean?
Luna Lovegood: Well if I were You-Know-Who, I'd want you to feel cut off from everyone else. Because if it's just you alone you're not as much of a threat.

Harry Potter: First we've got to find a place to practice where Umbridge won't find out.
Ginny Weasley: The Shrieking Shack?
Harry Potter: It's too small.
Hermione Granger: The Forbidden Forest?
Ron Weasley: Not bloody likely!
Ginny Weasley: Harry, what happens if Umbridge does find out?
Hermione Granger: Who cares? I mean, it's sort of exciting, isn't it, breaking the rules.
Ron Weasley: Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?
Hermione Granger: Anyway, at least we know one positive thing that came from today.
Harry Potter: What's that?
Hermione Granger: Cho couldn't take her eyes off you, could she?

Sirius Black: I want you to take the others and get out of here.
Harry Potter: What? No, I'm staying with you!
Sirius Black: You've done beautifully. Now let me take it from here.

Ron Weasley: You did everything you could. No one could win against that old hag.
Hermione Granger: Even Dumbledore didn't see this coming. Harry, if it's anyone's fault, it's ours.
Ron Weasley: Yeah, we talked you into it.
Harry Potter: Yeah, but I agreed. I tried so hard to help, and all it's done is made things worse. Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore, because I don't want to play anymore. All it does is make you care too much. The more you care the more you have to lose. You maybe it's just best to...
Hermione Granger: To what?
Harry Potter: To go it alone.

Harry Potter: Hey Big D. Beat up another 10 year old?
Dudley Dursley: This one deserved it.
Harry Potter: Five against one. That's very brave.
Dudley Dursley: Well you're one to talk, moaning in your sleep every night. At least I'm not afraid of my pillow. "Don't kill Cedric!" Who's Cedric, your boyfriend?

Sirius Black: Fudge is using all his power, including his influence at the Daily Prophet, to smear anyone who claims the Dark Lord has returned.
Harry Potter: Why?
Remus Lupin: The Minister thinks Dumbledore's after his job.
Harry Potter: But that's insane! No one in their right mind could believe that Dumbledore...
Remus Lupin: Exactly the point. Fudge isn't in his right mind. It's been twisted and warped by fear. Now fear makes people do terrible things, Harry. The last time Voldemort gained power he almost destroyed everything we hold most dear. Now he's returned, and I'm afraid the Minister will do almost anything to avoid facing that terrifying truth.

Hermione Granger: What's wrong with your hand?
Harry Potter: Nothing.
[Harry hides his left hand under his book and shows her his right hand]
Hermione Granger: Your other hand.
[grabbing his left arm from under his book]
Hermione Granger: You've got to tell Dumbledore!
Harry Potter: No. Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now. Anyway, I don't want to give Umbridge the satisfaction.
Ron Weasley: Bloody hell, Harry, the woman's torturing you! If the parents knew about this...
Harry Potter: Yeah, well I haven't got any of those, have I Ron?
Hermione Granger: Harry, you've got to report this! It's perfectly simple, you're being...
Harry Potter: No, it's not! Hermione whatever this is, it's not simple. You don't understand.
Hermione Granger: Then help us to!

Harry Potter: This is mad. Who'd want to be taught by me? I'm a nutter, remember?
Ron Weasley: Look on the bright side. You can't be any worse than old toad face.
Harry Potter: Thanks, Ron.
Ron Weasley: I'm here for you, mate.

Neville Longbottom: Fourteen years ago, a Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange used the Crutiatus Curse on my parents. She tortured them for information, but they never gave in. I'm quite proud to be their son. But I'm not sure I'm ready for everyone to know just yet.
Harry Potter: We're going to make them proud, Neville. That's a promise.

Sirius Black: We think Voldemort wants to build up his army again.
[everyone turns to look at Sirius]
Sirius Black: Fourteen years ago he had huge numbers at his command, not just witches and wizards but all manner of dark creatures. He has been recruiting heavily and we have been attempting to do the same. But gathering followers isn't all he's interested in...
[Moody coughs loudly from the corner]
Sirius Black: We believe Voldemort may be after something...
Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody: Sirius!
Sirius Black: Something he didn't have last time.
Harry Potter: You mean, like a weapon?
[Sirius opens his mouth to speak]
Mrs. Weasley: No! That's enough! He's just a boy, you say much more and you might as well induct him into the Order straight away.
Harry Potter: Good! I want to join! If Voldemort's raising an army then I want to fight!

Hermione Granger: Harry, are you sure?
Harry Potter: I saw it! It's just like with Mr. Weasley! It's the same door I've been dreaming about for months, only I couldn't remember where I'd seen it before! Sirius said Voldemort was after something, something he didn't have last time, and it's in the department of Mysteries!
Hermione Granger: Harry, please just listen! What if Voldemort meant for you to see this? What if he's only hurting Sirius because he's trying to get to you?
Harry Potter: What if he is? I'm supposed to just let him die? Hermione, he's the only family I've got left!

Harry Potter: What are you doing?
Hermione Granger: Improvising.

Harry Potter: Sirius, what are you doing here? If somebody sees you...
Sirius Black: I had to see you off, didn't I? What's life without a little risk?
Harry Potter: I just don't want to see you get shut back in Azkaban.

Albus Dumbledore: [after Sirius' death] I know how you feel, Harry.
Harry Potter: No you don't.
Harry Potter: It's my fault.
Albus Dumbledore: No, the fault is mine. I knew it was only a matter of time before Voldemort made the connection between you. I thought by distancing myself from you, as I have done all year, he'd be less tempted and therefore you might be more protected.
Harry Potter: The prophecy said neither one can live while the other one survives. It means one of us is going to have to kill the other, in the end.
Albus Dumbledore: Yes.
Harry Potter: Why didn't you tell me?
Albus Dumbledore: For the same reason you tried to save Sirius. For the same reason your friends saved you. After all these years, after all you've suffered, I didn't want to cause you any more pain. I cared too much about you.

Hermione Granger: [Harry walks in, Hermione runs to him and hugs him] Oh, Harry!
[pause, she lets go]
Hermione Granger: Are you all right? We overheard them talking about the dementor attack. You must tell us everything.
Ron Weasley: Let the man breathe, Hermione.
Hermione Granger: And this hearing at the Ministry. It's just outrageous! I've looked it up, they simply can't expel you. It's completely unfair!
Harry Potter: There's a lot of that going around, Hermione. So what is this place?
Ron Weasley: Headquarters.
Hermione Granger: Of the Order of the Phoenix. It's a secret society. Dumbledore formed it back when they first fought You-Know-Who.
Harry Potter: You couldn't have put this in a letter, I suppose. I've gone all summer without a scrap of news.
Ron Weasley: We wanted to tell you, mate. Really, we did. Only...
Harry Potter: Only what?
Hermione Granger: Only Dumbledore made us swear that we wouldn't tell you anything.
Harry Potter: [pause] Dumbledore said that? But why would he want to keep me in the dark? Maybe I could help. After all, I'm the one who saw Voldemort return, I'm the one who fought him, I'm the one who saw Cedric Diggory get killed!

Harry Potter: [teaching the DA] Stunning is one of the most important spells in your arsenal. It's sort of a wizard's bread and butter really.

Harry Potter: Expelliarmus!

Harry Potter: [to Snape] He's got Padfoot! He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden!
Dolores Umbridge: Padfoot? What is Padfoot? And where what's hidden? What is he talking about Snape?
Severus Snape: [pause] No idea.

Harry Potter: [sees that Luna is barefoot] Aren't your feet cold?
Luna Lovegood: A bit. But all my shoes have mysteriously disappeared. I suspect the Nargles are behind it.

Luna Lovegood: They're called Thestrals. They're quite gentle, really, but people avoid them, because they're a bit...
Harry Potter: Different.

[Hermione screams as Grawp grabs her and lifts her up]
Rubeus Hagrid: Grawpy, that is not polite!
Ron Weasley: Hagrid, do something!
Rubeus Hagrid: We talked about this! You do not grab, do you? That is your new friend, Hermione!
[Ron swings a tree branch at Grawp's foot. Grawp looks down, puzzled, and shifts his foot slightly, knocking Ron back]
Hermione Granger: Grawp! Put-me-down!
[Grawp stares blankly]
Hermione Granger: *Now*!
[Grawp puts Hermione down gently and turns away shamefully]
Ron Weasley: Are you alright?
Hermione Granger: Fine. He just needs a firm hand, that's all.
Harry Potter: I think you've got an admirer.

Dolores Umbridge: Let me make this quite plain. You have been told that a certain Dark Wizard is at large once again. This is a lie.
Harry Potter: It's not a lie! I saw him. I fought him.
Dolores Umbridge: [shouting] Detention, Mr. Potter!
Harry Potter: So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead OF HIS OWN ACCORD.
Dolores Umbridge: Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident.
Harry Potter: [angrily] It was murder! Voldemort killed him! You must know!
Dolores Umbridge: [shouting] Enough!

Dolores Umbridge: Please, tell them I mean no harm.
Harry Potter: Sorry, Professor, but I must not tell lies.

[Ron and Hermione ask Harry about his first kiss with Cho]
Ron Weasley: Well? How was it?
Harry Potter: Wet. I mean, she was sort of crying.
Ron Weasley: [laughs] That bad at it, are you?
Hermione Granger: I'm sure Harry's kissing was more than satisfactory. Cho spends half her time crying these days.
Ron Weasley: You'd think a bit of snogging would cheer her up.
Hermione Granger: Don't you understand how she must be feeling? Well, obviously she's feeling sad about Cedric, and therefore confused about liking Harry, guilty about kissing him, conflicted because Umbridge is pressing to sack her mum from the Ministry, and frightened about failing her OWLs because she's so busy worrying about everything else.
Ron Weasley: One person couldn't feel all that. They'd explode!
Hermione Granger: Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon...

[last lines]
Harry Potter: I've been thinking about something Dumbledore said to me.
Hermione Granger: What's that?
Harry Potter: That even though we've got a fight ahead of us, we've got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have.
Ron Weasley: Yeah?
Harry Potter: Something worth fighting for.

Harry Potter: [fighting Bellatrix Lestrange] Crucio!
Lord Voldemort: [taunting Harry] You have to mean it, Harry. You know the spell. She killed him. She deserves it.

Seamus Finnigan: Me mam didn't want me to come back this year.
Harry Potter: Why not?
Seamus Finnigan: [sarcastically] Let me see... because of you! The Daily Prophet's been saying a lot of things about you, Harry. About Dumbledore as well.
Harry Potter: And your mum believes them?
Seamus Finnigan: Well, no one was there the night Cedric died.
Harry Potter: Oh, well I guess you should read the Prophet then, like your stupid mother. It'll tell you everything you need to know.
Seamus Finnigan: Don't you dare talk about my mother like that!
Harry Potter: I'll have a go at anyone who calls me a liar!

Arthur Weasley: This is very, very peculiar. It seems as if your hearing is to be in front of the entire Wizengamot.
Harry Potter: I don't understand. What has the Ministry of Magic got against me?

Dolores Umbridge: [Harry has come in to do his detention] You're going to be doing some lines for me, Mr. Potter.
[Potter opens his bag for his quill but Umbridge stops him]
Dolores Umbridge: No, not with your quill. You're going to be using a rather special one of mine. Now, I want you to write "I must not tell lies."
Harry Potter: How many times?
Dolores Umbridge: Let's see... As long as it takes for the message to sink in.
Harry Potter: You haven't given me any ink.
Dolores Umbridge: Oh, you won't need any ink.

Harry Potter: [sees a strange reptilian-like horse] What is it?
Ron Weasley: What's what?
Harry Potter: That. Pulling the carriage.
Hermione Granger: Nothing's pulling the carriage, Harry. It's pulling itself like always.
[Harry walks around the carriage, where Luna is already seated]
Luna Lovegood: You're not going mad.
[lowers her magazine, The Quibbler, which she has been reading upside down]
Luna Lovegood: I see them too. You're just as sane as I am.

Severus Snape: You're just like your father. Lazy, arrogant...
Harry Potter: Don't say a word against my father!
Severus Snape: - Weak.
Harry Potter: I'm not weak!
Severus Snape: Then prove it!

Harry Potter: [stepping out of the Dursleys' house onto the street] Where are we going?. The letter said I have been expelled from Hogwarts.
Alastor 'Mad-­Eye' Moody: You haven't been. Not yet.
[looks at Kingsley]
Alastor 'Mad-­Eye' Moody: Kingsley, you take point.
Kingsley Shacklebolt: Right.
Harry Potter: But the letter said...
Kingsley Shacklebolt: [interrupting Harry] Dumbledore has persuaded the Minister to suspend your expulsion, pending a formal hearing.
Harry Potter: Hearing?
Kingsley Shacklebolt: Uh-huh.
Nymphadora Tonks: Don't worry Harry. We'll explain everything when we get back to headquarters.
Alastor 'Mad-­Eye' Moody: Shh! Not here, Nymphadora.
Nymphadora Tonks: [hair changes color from pink to bright red] *Don't* call me Nymphadora!
[Moody taps his staff twice and broomsticks fly up to them]
Alastor 'Mad-­Eye' Moody: Stay in formation, everyone. Don't break ranks if one of us is killed.

Harry Potter: Are you all right? I heard Umbridge gave you a rough time the other day.
Cho Chang: Yeah, I'm OK. Anyway, it's worth it. It's just... learning all this makes me wonder, if he'd known it...
Harry Potter: Cedric *did* know this stuff. He was really good. It's just, Voldemort was better.
Cho Chang: You're a really good teacher, Harry. I've never been able to stun anything before.
[Cho and Harry look up]
Cho Chang: Mistletoe.
Harry Potter: Probably full of Nargles, though.
Cho Chang: What are Nargles?
Harry Potter: I've no idea.
[they kiss]

Dolores Umbridge: Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven. But you will be pleased to know from now on, you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic. Yes?
Hermione Granger: There's nothing in here about using defensive spells.
Dolores Umbridge: Using spells? Ha ha! Well I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom.
Ron Weasley: We're not gonna use magic?
Dolores Umbridge: You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way.
Harry Potter: Well, what use is that? If we're gonna be attacked it won't be risk-free.
Dolores Umbridge: Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class.
Dolores Umbridge: It is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations, which after all, is what school is all about.
Harry Potter: And how is theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?
Dolores Umbridge: There is nothing out there, dear! Who do you imagine would want to attack children like yourself?
Harry Potter: I don't know, maybe, Lord Voldemort!

Harry Potter: [teaching Dumbledore's Army] Working hard is important, but there's something else that's even more important: believing in yourself. Look at it this way: every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than we are now - students. If they can do it, why not us?

Harry Potter: My father was a great man!
Severus Snape: Your father was a SWINE.

Severus Snape: Legillimens!
Harry Potter: Protego!

Harry Potter: [about the Thestrals] So why can't the others see them?
Luna Lovegood: The only people who can see them are those who've seen death.
Harry Potter: So, you've known someone who died?
Luna Lovegood: My mum. She was quite an extraordinary witch, but she did like to experiment, and one day, one of her spells went badly wrong. I was nine.
Harry Potter: I'm sorry.
Luna Lovegood: Yes, it was rather horrible. I still feel very sad about it sometimes. But I've still got Dad.

Harry Potter: [to the D.A. members] Working hard is important, but there's something that matters even more. Believing in yourself. Think of it this way: Every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than we are now. Students. If they can do it, why not us?

Harry Potter: [watching the Centaurs drag Umbridge away] I'm sorry, Professor... But I must not tell lies!

Severus Snape: [after Harry looks through his memories, grabs him by the shirt] Your lessons are at an end.
Harry Potter: I didn't...
Severus Snape: [tugs him and enunciates] Get... out!
[Snape lets Harry go making him leave]

[Umbridge, Hermione and Harry see a group of centaurs staring at them]
Dolores Umbridge: [backs away] You have no business here, centaur! This is a ministry matter.
[the centaurs ready their bows and arrows]
Dolores Umbridge: Lower your weapons! I warn you: under the law as creatures of near-human intelligence...
[one centaur fires his arrow at her]
Dolores Umbridge: [blocks it with her wand] Protego! How dare you, you filthy half-breed! Incarcerus!
[Umbridge's spell takes a rope and chokes one centaur, making it writhe from the rope's grip, Hermione tries to help him]
Hermione Granger: [gasps] Please! Please, stop it! Please!
Dolores Umbridge: NO, ENOUGH! I will have order!
[Umbridge suddenly screams as Grawp picks her up, all the centaurs yell and approach Grawp]
Dolores Umbridge: [to Grawp] YOU FILTHY ANIMAL! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!
Hermione Granger: [runs to the centaurs] Leave him alone! It's not his fault!
[Harry takes Hermione away from them]
Hermione Granger: No, he doesn't understand!
[the centaurs fires their arrows making Grawp release Umbridge]
Dolores Umbridge: [as the centaurs take her] Potter, do something - tell them I mean no harm!
Harry Potter: [contently] I'm sorry, Professor... but I must not tell lies.
Dolores Umbridge: [gets taken away] What are you doing! I am senior undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge! LET... ME... GOOOOOOOOOOO!
[Harry and Hermione look up and Grawp in gratitude]
Hermione Granger: Thank you, Grawp.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005)
Ron: [discussing inviting dates to the Yule Ball] This is mad! At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates! Well, us and Neville.
Harry: [laughing] Yeah, but then again he could take himself.
Hermione: It might interest you to know that Neville's already got someone.
Ron: What? Now I'm really depressed. Oi, Hermione... you're a girl.
Hermione: [haughtily] Very well spotted.
Ron: Come with one of us! It's one thing for a bloke to show up alone, but for a girl it's just sad.
Hermione: [angrily] I won't be going alone, because believe it or not, someone's asked me! And I said yes!
Ron: Bloody hell. She's lying, right?
Harry: If you say so.

Ron: Oh look, Mum's sent me something.
[pulls some frilly robes from the package]
Ron: Mum sent me a dress!
Harry: Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?
[pulls out more lace]
Harry: Ah ha!
Ron: Nose down, Harry. Ginny, this must be for you.
Ginny: I'm not wearing that, it's ghastly.
Hermione: [laughing] They're not for Ginny, they're for you. Dress robes.
Ron: Dress robes? For what?

Harry: Why do they have to travel in packs? And how are you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?
[Stops in front of a group of girls, hesitates, then continues walking]
Ron: Blimey, Harry. You've slayed dragons. If you can't get a date, who can?
Harry: I think I'd take the dragon now.

Cedric Diggory: I realize I never really thanked you properly for tipping me off about those dragons.
Harry: Forget about it. I'm sure you would've done the same for me.
Cedric Diggory: Exactly. You know the Prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor? It's not a bad place for a bath. Just take your egg and... mull things over in the hot water.

Hermione: Harry, you told me you'd figured that egg out weeks ago! The task is two days from now!
Harry: [sarcastically] Really? I had no idea. I suppose Viktor's already figured it out.
Hermione: Wouldn't know. We don't actually talk about the tournament. Actually, we don't really talk at all. Viktor's more of a physical being.
[Harry laughs and Hermione blushes]
Hermione: I just mean he's not particularly loquacious. Mostly, he watches me study. It's a bit annoying, actually. You are trying to figure this egg out, aren't you?
Harry: What's that supposed to mean?
Hermione: It just means these tasks are designed to test you. In the most brutal way, they're almost cruel. And... I'm scared for you. You got by the dragons mostly on nerve. I'm not sure it's going to be enough this time.

[after Harry almost dies in the First Task]
Ron: I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet of Fire.
Harry: [coldly] Caught on, have you? Took you long enough.
Ron: I wasn't the only one who thought you'd done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back.
Harry: [sarcastically] Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better.
Ron: At least I warned you about the dragons.
Harry: Hagrid warned me about the dragons.
Ron: No, I did! Don't you remember? I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you! Seamus never actually told me anything, so it was really me all along. I thought we'd be alright, you know, after you figured that out.
Harry: Who... who could possibly figure that out? It's completely mental.
Ron: Yeah... it is, isn't it. I suppose I was a bit distraught.
Harry: [smiles weakly]
Hermione: [in disbelief] Boys!

Professor Snape: Potter, what's your hurry? Congratulations. Your performance in the Black Lake was inspiring. Gilllyweed, am I correct?
Harry: Yes sir.
Professor Snape: Ingenious. A rather rare herb, Gillyweed. Not something found in your everyday garden. Nor is this.
[holds up a bottle]
Professor Snape: Know what it is?
Harry: [sarcastically] Bubble juice, sir?
Professor Snape: Veritaserum. Three drops of this and You-Know-Who himself would spill his darkest secrets. The use of it on a student is, regrettably, forbidden. However, should you eve steal from my personal stores again, my hand might just slip over your morning pumpkin juice.
Harry: I haven't stolen anything.
Professor Snape: Don't lie to me! Gillyweed may be innocuous, but Boomslang skin? Lacewing flies? You and your little friends are brewing Polyjuice Potion, and believe me; I'm going to find out why!
[shuts the door in Harry's face]

Professor Moody: What was it like? What was he like?
Harry: Who?
Professor Moody: The Dark Lord. What was it like to stand in his presence?
Harry: ...I dunno... It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams. Into one of my nightmares.
Professor Moody: Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others?
Harry: ...I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, Professor.

Professor Moody: [mocking Hagrid] 'Marvelous creatures, Dragons, aren't they'. Do you think that miserable oaf would've sent you into the woods if I hadn't suggested it? Do you think Cedric Diggory would've told you to open the egg underwater if I hadn't told him first myself? Do you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder, could've provided you with Gillyweed if I hadn't given him the book that led him strait to it?
Harry: It was you from the beginning! You put my name into the Goblet of Fire! You bewitched Krum!
Professor Moody: You won because I made it so, Potter! You ended up in that graveyard because it was meant to be so! And now the deed is done! The blood that runs in your veins runs within the Dark Lord! Imagine how he will reward me when he learns that I have once and for all silenced the great Harry Potter!

Hermione: Harry? Is that you?
Harry: Yeah.
Hermione: How are you feeling? Ok? The key is to concentrate. After that, you just have to...
Harry: Battle a dragon.
Hermione: [gasps and starts hugging Harry. Then a camera flash breaks them apart]
Rita Skeeter: Young love! How... stirring. If everything goes unfortunately today, you two may even make the front page!
Viktor Krum: You have no business here! This tent is for champions, and friends.
Rita Skeeter: No matter. We got what we wanted.

Harry: [after being Portkeyed away from the maze during the Third Task Harry suddenly realizes where they are] Cedric, we have to get back to the cup. NOW.
Cedric Diggory: What are you talking about?
Harry: [Flames burst beneath a huge stone cauldron as the door to a nearby house opens, revealing someone carrying a blanket-wrapped bundle. Harry drops to his knees, clutching his scar in agony] AAAAAGH!
Cedric Diggory: Harry, what is it?
Harry: Get back to the cup!
Cedric Diggory: [Cedric stands up, wand at the ready to defend both himself and Harry] Who are you, what do you want?
Voldemort: Kill the spare!
Peter Pettigrew: AVADA KEDAVRA!
Harry: NO! CEDRIC!
[Harry can only watch as Cedric is blasted off his feet and hits the ground behind him, dead]

Ron: Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?
Hermione, Harry: No.
Ron: Yeah, didn't think so. Oh well, what's life without a few dragons?
Hermione: Everything's going to change now, isn't it?
Harry: Yes.
Hermione: Promise you'll write this summer, both of you.
Ron: Oh, I won't. You know I won't.
Hermione: Harry will, won't you?
Harry: Yeah, every week.

Hermione: Harry! Are you alright? You must be freezing! Personally, I think you behaved admirably.
Harry: I finished last, Hermione.
Hermione: [kisses him on the top of the head] Next to last. Fleur never got past 'ze grindylows'!

Ginny: [helping a speechless and queasy looking Ron into the common room] It's ok, Ron. It's alright. It doesn't matter.
Harry: What happened to you?
Ginny: He just asked Fleur Delacour out.
Hermione: What?
Harry: What did she say?
Hermione: No, of course.
[Ron shakes his head in pained embarrassment]
Hermione: She said yes?
Ron: Don't be silly. There she was, just walking by... you know how I like it when they walk... I couldn't help it... it just sort of slipped out!
Ginny: Actually, he sort of screamed at her. It was a bit frightening.
Harry: What did you do then?
Ron: What else? I ran for it!

Neville: Amazing! Amazing!
Harry: Neville, you're doing it again.

Voldemort: [looking at Cedric's body] Awww, tsk, tsk, tsk...
[nudges Cedric's face with his foot]
Voldemort: Such a handsome boy.
Harry: Don't touch him!

Sirius Black: [in his letter] "Harry, I couldn't risk sending Hedwig. Since the World Cup the Ministry has been intercepting more and more owls, and she's too easily recognized. We need to talk, Harry, face to face. Meet me in the Gryffindor Common Room at one o'clock, this Saturday night. And make sure you're alone. Sirius. P.S...?
[the bird bites Harry's hand]
Harry: AH!
Sirius Black: "The bird bites."

[Professor McGonagall demonstrates a waltz with Ron as her partner]
Professor McGonagall: One-two-three, one-two-three...
Harry: [aside] You're never gonna let him forget this, are you?
Fred, George: [shaking their heads] Never.

Neville: What's wrong, Harry? You seem a little tense!
Harry: [through teeth] Do I?

Professor Moody: What are you going to do about your dragon?
Harry: Oh... um... well, you know, I just thought I'd...
Professor Moody: Listen to me, Potter. Your pal Diggory? By your age he could turn a whistle into a watch and have it sing you the time. Miss Delacour is as much a fairy princess as I am. As for Krum, his head may be filled with sawdust, but Karkaroff's is not. They'll have a strategy. And you can bet that it will play to Krum's strengths. Come on, Potter, what are you strengths?
Harry: I dunno... I can fly, I mean I'm a fair flyer...
Professor Moody: Better than fair the way I heard it.
Harry: But I'm not allowed a broom.
Professor Moody: You're allowed a wand...

Voldemort: Don't you turn your back on me, Harry Potter! I want you to look at me when I kill you! I want to see the light leave your eyes!
Harry: [facing Voldemort] Have it your way!
Voldemort, Harry: [both shouting together] Avada Kedavara!/Expelliarmus!

Cornelius Fudge: For God's sake Dumbledore, what's happened?
Harry: [crying over Cedric's body] He's back! He's back! Voldemort's back! Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him... not there!
Dumbledore: It's all right, Harry... it's all right. He's home, you both are.
Cornelius Fudge: [Rushing over to Professors Snape and McGonagall] Keep everybody in their seats, a boy has just been killed! The body must be moved, Dumbledore, there are too many people!
Amos Diggory: [Pushing his way frantically through the crowd] Let me through. LET ME THROUGH! Let me through, THAT'S MY SON! That's my boy!
[He pushes Harry's hands away and leans over Cedric's body, sobbing hysterically]
Amos Diggory: IT'S MY BOY!

Harry: Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?

Harry: Ron, where are we actually going?
Ron: Don't know...
[to Arthur]
Ron: Hey, Dad! Where are we going?
Arthur Weasley: Haven't the foggiest! Keep up!

Malfoy: Why so tense, Potter? My father and I have a bet, you see. See, I don't think you're going to last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five!
Harry: I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy! He's vile and cruel, and you're just pathetic!

Harry: You're being stupid.
Ron: Yeah, that's me. Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend!

Cedric Diggory: For a moment there, I thought you were going to let it get me.
Harry: For a moment there, so did I!

[Moody takes a drink from his flask]
Seamus: What do you suppose he's got there?
Harry: I don't know, but I don't think it's pumpkin juice.

Harry: 'Come seek us where our voices sound'.
Hermione: The Black Lake, that's obvious.
Harry: 'An hour long you'll have to look'.
Hermione: Again, obvious. Though admittedly potentially problematic...
Harry: Potentially problematic? When was the last time you held your breath underwater for an hour, Hermione?

Rita Skeeter: So tell me, Harry. Here you sit, a mere boy of 12...
Harry: - I'm 14...
Rita Skeeter: - about to compete against three students who are not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but who've mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?
Harry: I dunno, I haven't really thought about it...
Rita Skeeter: Because you're no ordinary boy of 12 are you?
Harry: 14.
Rita Skeeter: Your story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?
Harry: No, I didn't enter.
Rita Skeeter: Of course you didn't.
Rita Skeeter: Everyone loves a rebel, Harry. Speaking of your parents, were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? Proud? Or concerned that your attitude shows, at best, a pathological need for attention? The worst psychotic death wish.
[Harry glances at Rita's notes]
Harry: Hey, my eyes aren't glistening with the ghosts of my past!

Harry: Dragons? That's the first task? You're joking!
Hagrid: Come on, Harry. They're seriously misunderstood creatures. Although, I have to admit, that Horntail is a right nasty piece of work. Poor Ron nearly fainted just seeing them, you know.
Harry: Ron was here?
Hagrid: Well sure. His brother Charlie had to bring them over from Romania. Didn't Ron tell you that?
Harry: No he didn't. He didn't tell me a thing.

Ron: [about Hermione] Why do you think she won't tell us who she's going to the ball with?
Harry: 'Cause she knows we'd take the mickey out of her if she did.

Neville: You know, if you're interested in plants, you should use Goshawk's Guide To Herbology. There's someone in Tibet who's growing gravity resistant trees...
Harry: Neville, no offense, but I really don't care about plants. Now, if there's a Tibetan turnip that will help me breathe underwater for an hour, great. But otherwise...
Neville: I don't know about turnips, but you could always use gillyweed.

Harry: You're sure about this, Neville?
Neville: Absolutely.
Harry: For an hour?
Neville: Most likely.
Harry: "Most likely?"
Neville: Well, there's some debate among herbologists about its effectiveness in fresh water as opposed to salt water...
Harry: You're telling me this *now*?

Ron: What are those?
Harry: My dress robes...
Ron: Well, those're all right! No lace, no dodgy little collar...
Harry: Well, I expect yours are more traditional...
Ron: Traditional? They're ancient! I look like my great aunt Tessie!
[takes a sniff in the underarm area]
Ron: I smell like my great Aunt Tessie!

Harry: [in the Prefects' Bathroom, looks at the Golden Egg with trepidation] I must be out of my mind.
[he opens it, and it emits its usual high-pitched squeal before he slams it shut]
Harry: I'm definitely out of my mind.
Moaning Myrtle: I'd try putting it in the water if I were you.
Harry: [startled] Myrtle!
Moaning Myrtle: Hello Harry! Long time no see! I was circling a blocked drain the other day, I could swear I saw a bit of Polyjuice Potion. Not being a bad boy again, are we?
Harry: Polyjuice Potion? Kicked the habit. Myrtle, did you say try putting it in the water?
Moaning Myrtle: That's what he did, the other boy. The handsome one. Cedric. Well go on, open it.
Harry: [opens the egg underwater]
Voice inside the egg: Come seek us where our voices sound, we cannot sing above the ground. An hour long you'll have to look to recover what we took.
Harry: Myrtle, there aren't Merpeople in the Black Lake, are there?
Moaning Myrtle: Oh, very good. It took Cedric ages to riddle it out. Almost all the bubbles were gone...

Harry: I didn't put my name in that cup! I don't want eternal glory, I just wanna be... look, I don't know what happened tonight and I don't know why. It just did.

Harry: In the graveyard, my wand and Voldemort's sort of... connected.
Dumbledore: Priori Incantatem.

Harry: I love magic.

Hermione: Ronald would like me to tell you that Seamus told him that Dean was told by Parvarti that Hagrid's looking for you.
Harry: Is that right? Well... what?
Hermione: Uh... Dean was told by Parvarti... please don't ask me to say it again. Hagrid's looking for you.
Harry: Well you can tell Ronald...
Hermione: I'm not an owl!

Sirius Black: I don't have much time, Harry, so let's get right to it. Did you or did you not put your name into the Goblet of Fire?
Harry: No!
Sirius Black: Shh. I had to ask. Now tell me about this dream of yours. You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort, but who was the third man in the room?
Harry: I dunno.
Sirius Black: You didn't hear a name?
Harry: No. Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important.
Sirius Black: And what was that?
Harry: He wants... me. I don't know why, but he was going to use this man to get to me. But, I mean, it was only a dream, right?
Sirius Black: Yes... it's just a dream. Look, Harry, the Death Eaters at the world cup; your name rising out of the Goblet of Fire; these are not just coincidences! Hogwarts isn't safe anymore.
Harry: What are you saying?
Sirius Black: I'm saying the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff. He was a Death Eater and no one, *no one* stops being a Death Eater. Then there's Barty Crouch. Heart of stone, sent his own son to Azkaban.
Harry: Do you think one of them put my name in the Goblet?
Sirius Black: I haven't a clue who put your name in the Goblet, Harry, but whoever did is no friend to you. People die in this tournament.
Harry: I'm not ready for this, Sirius!
Harry: You don't have a choice

Parvati Patil: [turns around and sees Hermione] She looks beautiful.
Harry: [staring at Cho] Yes, she does.

Harry: I just wondered if...
[bird squawks loudly in the background]
Harry: Ijustwanderedifmaybeyouwantedtogototheballwithme!
Cho Chang: Sorry, I didn't catch that.
Harry: I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to go to the ball with me...
Cho Chang: Oh.
[Suddenly looking very uncomfortable]
Cho Chang: Harry, I'm sorry but someone's already asked me. And well, I've, I've said I'll go with him.
Harry: Okay, great, good, fine, great, no problem.
[turns to head into the Owlery]
Cho Chang: Harry! I really am... sorry.
[manages a weak, embarrassed smiled as she descends the staircase]

Rita Skeeter: This is cozy.
Harry: It's a broom cupboard.
Rita Skeeter: Well you should feel right at home, then.

Ron: There's no one like Krum! He's like a bird the way he rides the wind! He's more than an athlete! He's an artist.
Ginny: I think you're in love, Ron.
Ron: Shut up!
George: [grabs one of Ron's hands and begins singing] Victor, I love you!
Fred: [grabs Ron's other hand] Victor, I do!
George, Fred, Harry: When we're apart my heart beats only for you!

Harry: What's with the flower? Hagrid... have you combed your hair?
Hagrid: 'S a matter of fact I have. You might want to try the same thing now and again.

Professor McGonagall: Mr. Potter, are you and Miss Patil ready?
Harry: Ready, Professor?
Professor McGonagall: To dance! It's tradition that the three champions-well in this case four- are the first to dance. Surely I told you?
Harry: No.
Professor McGonagall: Oh, well, now you know.

[the Trio sits around the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room, digesting the murder of Barty Crouch, Sr. that has just taken place]
Ron: They'll cover this up, you watch. Fudge'll sell his soul before this gets out in the Daily Prophet.
Harry: But why?
Ron: Look, nobody liked Crouch. I know this from my father. Loads of people wanted him dead. But, he was a Ministry Official. It's not even like he turned up stiff in Knockturn Alley. He was murdered at Hogwarts. This is a big deal.
Hermione: It can't be coincidence... Harry's dreams, his scar hurting, the Dark Mark, his name coming out of the Goblet of Fire. Surviving the Tournament isn't the answer anymore Harry. It's bigger than this. And I really think you should go to Dumbledore.
Ron: Yeah.

Ron: What do you suppose is on Karkaroff's arm?
Harry: I dunno.
Hermione: Boomslang skin and Lacewing flies... you're sure those are the two ingredients Snape mentioned?
Harry: Positive, why?
Hermione: Well, he thinks we're brewing Polyjuice Potion doesn't he?
Harry: I don't care what Snape thinks, I've got bigger problems than detention. Something's coming closer.
[touches his stinging scar]
Harry: I can feel it.

Arthur Weasley: [after the trio is nearly hit by several Stunning Spells] Stop! That's my son!
[he runs up to the kids]
Arthur Weasley: Ron, Harry, Hermione are you alright?
Ron: We came back for Harry.
Barty Crouch: [Whipping out his wand and pointing it threateningly between the three kids] Which of you conjured it?
Arthur Weasley: Barty, you can't be serious...
Barty Crouch: DO NOT LIE! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!
Harry: Crime?
Arthur Weasley: Barty, they're just kids.
Harry: What crime?
Hermione: It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's HIS Mark.
Harry: [glances up at the huge skull and snake in the air] Voldemort? Those people, in the masks, they're his too aren't they? His followers.
Arthur Weasley: Death Eaters.
Barty Crouch: [to the rest of the Ministry Wizards] Follow me.
Harry: Uh, there was a man, earlier.
[he points in the direction where he saw Crouch, Jr]
Harry: There.
Barty Crouch: All of you, this way!
Arthur Weasley: A man, Harry? Who was he?
Harry: I don't know. I didn't see his face.

Harry: Dragons, that's the first task. They've got one for each of us.
Cedric Diggory: Are you serious? And Fleur and Krum, do they...?
Harry: Yes.
Cedric Diggory: Right. Hey, listen, about the badges. I've asked them not to wear them...
Harry: Don't worry about it.

Harry: You're a right foul git, you know that?
Ron: You think so?
Harry: I know so!
Ron: Anything else?
Harry: Yeah, stay away from me!
Ron: Fine.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002)
Lucius Malfoy: Mr. Potter! Lucius Malfoy. We meet at last. Forgive me, your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.
Harry: Voldemort killed my parents. He was nothing more than a murderer.
Lucius Malfoy: You must be very brave to mention his name. Or very foolish.
Hermione: Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.
Lucius Malfoy: And you must be Miss Granger. Yes, Draco's told me all about you. And your parents. Muggles, aren't they? Let me see. Red hair... vacant expressions... tatty second hand book... you must be the Weasleys.
Arthur Weasley: Children, it's mad in here. Let's go outside.
Lucius Malfoy: Well, well, well. Weasley senior.
Arthur Weasley: Lucius.
Lucius Malfoy: Busy time at the Ministry, Arthur, all those extra raids? I do hope they're paying you overtime. Though judging by the state of this, I'd say not. What's the use in being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?
Arthur Weasley: We have a very different idea about what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy.
Lucius Malfoy: Clearly. Associating with muggles. And I thought your family could sink no lower.

Harry: Promise me something.
Dobby: Anything, sir.
Harry: Never try to save my life again.

Ron: Follow the spiders? Follow the spiders? If Hagrid ever gets out of Azkaban, I'll kill him! I mean, what was the point of sending us in there? What have we found out?
Harry: We know one thing. Hagrid never opened the Chamber of Secrets. He was innocent.

Harry: Not to be rude or anything, but this isn't a great time for me to have a house elf in my bedroom.

Moaning Myrtle: Oh, Harry? If you die down there, you're welcome to share my toilet.
Harry: Uh... thanks, Myrtle.

Oliver Wood: I don't believe it! Where you think you're going, Flint?
Marcus Flint: Qudditch practice!
Oliver Wood: I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today.
Marcus Flint: Easy, Wood. I've got a note.
Ron: Uh-oh. I smell trouble.
Oliver Wood: "I, Professor Severus Snape do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker." You've got a new seeker? Who?
[Malfoy steps out from behind the crowd]
Harry Potter: Malfoy?
Draco Malfoy: That's right. And that's not all that's new this year.
[shows everyone the new brooms]
Ron: Those are Nimbus Two-Thousand and Ones! How'd you get those?
Marcus Flint: A gift from Draco's father.
Draco Malfoy: You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best.
Hermione Granger: At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent.
Draco Malfoy: No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood!
Ron: You'll pay for that one Malfoy! Eat slugs!
[Ron 's jinx backfires, hitting him in his chest and knocking him several feet backwards. The Gryffindor team and Hermione run to his side]
Hermione Granger: You okay, Ron? Say something!
[Ron opens his mouth and coughs up a huge slug and Colin Creevey begins snapping away with his camera]
Colin Creevey: Wow! Can you turn him around Harry?
Harry Potter: No Colin! Get out of the way!

Hermione: He called me a mudblood.
Hagrid: He did not!
Harry: What's a mudblood?
Hermione: It means dirty blood. Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who's muggle born. Someone with non-magic parents. Someone like me. It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversation.
Hagrid: See the thing is, Harry, there's some wizards, like the Malfoy family, who think they're better than everyone else because they're what people call "pure blood."
Harry: That's horrible!
Ron: [burps up another slug] It's disgusting.
Hagrid: And it's codswallop to boot. "Dirty blood." Why, there isn't a wizard alive today that's not half-blood or less. More to the point, they've yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can't do. Come 'ere. Don't you think on it, Hermione. Don't you think on it for one minute.

Ron: It's not much, but it's home.
Harry: I think it's brilliant.

Ron: Do you think it's true? Do you think there really is a Chamber of Secrets?
Hermione: Yes. Couldn't you tell? McGonagall's worried. All the teachers are.
Harry: But if there really is a Chamber of Secrets, and it really has been opened, then that means...
Hermione: The heir of Slytherin has returned to Hogwarts. The question is; who is it?
Ron: [sarcastically] Let's think. Who do we know who thinks all muggle borns are scum?
Hermione: If you're talking about Malfoy...
Ron: Of course! You heard him. 'You'll be next mudbloods'.
Hermione: I heard him. But Malfoy, the heir of Slytherin?

Ron: You're a parselmouth! Why didn't you tell us?
Harry: I'm a what?
Hermione: You can talk to snakes!
Harry: I know. I mean, I accidentally set a python on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once. Once. But so what? I bet loads of people here can do it.
Hermione: No, they can't! It's not a very common gift, Harry. This is bad.
Harry: What's bad? If I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin...
Ron: Oh, that's what you said to it?
Harry: You were there! You heard me!
Ron: I head you speaking parseltongue. Snake language.
Harry: I spoke a different language? But I didn't realize... how can speak a language without knowing I can?
Hermione: I don't know, Harry, but it sounded like you were egging the snake on or something. Harry, listen to me. There's a reason the symbol of Slytherin house is a serpent. Salazar Slytherin was a parselmouth, he could talk to snakes too.
Ron: Exactly! Now the whole school is gonna think you're his great-great-great-grandson or something.
Harry: But I'm not! I can't be.
Hermione: He lived a thousand years ago. For all we know, you could be.

Harry: Wish you were here, Hermione. We need you. Now more than ever.

Harry: Remember what Aragog said about that girl 50 years ago? She died in a bathroom. What if she never left?
Ron: Moaning Myrtle!

Dumbledore: You both realize, of course, that in the past few hours you have broken perhaps a dozen school rules.
Harry, Ron: Yes, sir.
Dumbledore: And that there is sufficient evidence to have you both expelled.
Harry, Ron: Yes, sir.
Dumbledore: Therefore, it is only fitting that you both receive...
Dumbledore: Special Awards for Services to the School.

Harry: You're Aragog, aren't you?
Aragog: Yes. Hagrid has never sent men into our hollow before.
Harry: He's in trouble. Up at the school there've been attacks. They think it's Hagrid. They think he opened the Chamber of Secrets, like before.
Aragog: That's a lie! Hagrid never opened the Chamber of Secrets!
Harry: Then you're not the monster?
Aragog: No! The monster was born in the castle. I came to Hagrid from a distant land, in the pocket of a traveler.
Ron: [terrified] Harry.
Harry: Shush.
[to Aragog]
Harry: But, if you're not the monster, then-then what did kill that girl 50 years ago?
Aragog: We do not speak of it! It is an ancient creature we spiders fear above all others.
Harry: But have you seen it?
Aragog: I never saw any part of the castle but the box in which Hagrid kept me. The girl was discovered in a bathroom. When I was accused, Hagrid brought me here.
Ron: Harry!
Harry: What?
[Ron points at the spiders surrounding them]
Harry: Well... thank you. We'll just go.
Aragog: Go? I think not. My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrid on my command, but I cannot deny them fresh meat when it wanders so willingly into our midst. Goodbye, friend of Hagrid.
Ron: Can we panic now?

Uncle Vernon: And Dudley, you will be?
Dudley Dursley: I'll be waiting to open the door.
Uncle Vernon: Excellent. And you?
Harry: I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending that I don't exist.

[first lines]
[Hedwig wants to be let out of her cage]
Harry: I can't let you out, Hedwig! I'm not allowed to use magic outside of school. Besides, if Uncle Vernon...
Uncle Vernon: [yells] Harry Potter!
Harry: Now you've done it.

[last lines]
Hagrid: I'd just like to say that, if it hadn't been for you Harry, and Ron and Hermione of course, I would... I'd still be You-Know-Where. So I'd just like to say thanks.
Harry: There's no Hogwarts without you, Hagrid.

Tom Marvolo Riddle: How is it that a baby with no extraordinary magical talent was able to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?
Harry: Why do you care how I escaped? Voldemort was after your time!
Tom Marvolo Riddle: Voldemort is my past, present, and future.

Ron: [in high voice] My wand. Look at my wand.
Harry: Be thankful it's not your neck.

Ron: [spellotaping his broken wand] Say it, I'm doomed.
Harry: You're doomed.

Hermione: It's a bit strange, isn't it?
Harry: Strange?
Hermione: You hear this voice, a voice only you can hear, and then Mrs. Norris turns up petrified? It's just... strange.
Harry: Do you think I should have told them? Dumbledore and the others, I mean.
Ron: Are you mad?
Hermione: No, Harry. Even in the wizarding world, hearing voices isn't a good sign.

Harry: You'd better clear off before my bones come back, Dobby, or else I might strangle you.
Dobby: [jumps off the bed] Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home.

Harry: It's a snake skin.
Ron: Bloody hell. Whatever shed this must be 60 feet long, or more.
[Gilderoy Lockhart passes out]
Ron: [to Harry] Heart of a lion, this one.

Hermione: Look, Hagrid's our friend, why don't we just go and ask him about it?
Ron: That would be a cheerful visit. "Hello Hagrid! Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately?"
[Hagrid has walked up behind them]
Hagrid: Mad and hairy? You wouldn't be talkin' about me, now would ya?
Hermione, Ron, Harry: No.

Lucius Malfoy: Let us hope that Mr. Potter will always be around to save the day.
Harry: Don't worry. I will be.

Draco Malfoy: Scared, Potter?
Harry: You wish.

Harry: Ron, I should tell you, most Muggles aren't accustomed to seeing a flying car.

[to Tom Riddle]
Harry: [smiling] I bet Dumbledore saw right through you.
Tom Marvolo Riddle: He certainly kept an annoyingly close watch on me after that!
[walks around Harry]
Tom Marvolo Riddle: I knew it wouldn't be safe to open the Chamber again while I was still at school so I decided to leave behind a Diary, preserving by 16-year old self in its pages so that ond day, I would be able to lead another to finish Salazar Slytherin's noble work!

Harry: You. You're the Heir of Slytherin. You're Voldemort.
Tom Marvolo Riddle: Surely you didn't think I was going to keep my filthy Muggle father's name? No. I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I became the greatest sorcerer in the world!
Harry: Albus Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer in the world!
Tom Marvolo Riddle: Dumbledore's been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me!

The Sorting Hat: Bee in your bonnet, Potter?
Harry: I-I was- I was just wondering, if you put me in the right house?
The Sorting Hat: Yes, you were particularly difficult to place. But I stand by what I said last year: You would have done well in Slytherin.
Harry: You're wrong.

Harry: But I haven't had any messages, from any of my friends. Not one, all summer.
Dudley Dursley: Who'd want to be friends with you?

Molly Weasley: Now don't forget to speak very, very clearly.
Harry: Diagonally.
[Harry vanishes]
Molly Weasley: What did he say dear?
Arthur Weasley: Diagonally.
Molly Weasley: I thought he did.

Gilderoy Lockhart: Harry, Harry, Harry. Can you possibly imagine a better way to serve detention, than by helping me to answer my fan mail?
Harry: Not really.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Fame is a fickle friend Harry. Celebrity is as celebrity does. Remember that.

Harry: Your bird, there was nothing I could do. He just caught fire.
Dumbledore: Oh, and about time too. He's been looking dreadful for days. Pity you had to see him on a burning day.

Harry: You're running away? After all that stuff you did in your books?
Gilderoy Lockhart: Books can be misleading...
Harry: You wrote them!
Gilderoy Lockhart: My dear boy, do use your common sense! My books wouldn't have sold half as well if people didn't think *I'd* done all those things!

[deleted scene]
Fred Weasley: Look everyone, it's the heir of Slytherin!
George Weasley: Be careful! He's a seriously evil wizard.
Ron: Come on, Harry. Fred and George were just having a laugh.
Harry: They're the only ones.
Ron: Okay, so half the school thinks you're nipping off to the Chamber of Secrets every night. Who cares?
Harry: Maybe they're right.
Hermione: Harry! Harry? Oh, come on!
Harry: Look, I didn't know I could speak Parseltongue! What else don't I know about myself? Look. Maybe you can do something, even something horrible and not know you did it.
Hermione: You don't believe that, Harry. I know you don't. And if it makes you feel any better, Malfoy's staying for the holidays, too.
Ron: Why would that make anyone feel any better?
Hermione: Because, in a few days the Polyjuice Potion will be ready! In a few days, we may truly know who is the heir of Slytherin.

Ron: Have you spoken to Hermione?
Harry: She should be out of hospital in a few days... when she stops coughing up fur balls.

[Harry and Ron are staring at each other after changing into Crabbe and Goyle]
Ron: [in own voice] Bloody Hell!
Harry: We still sound like ourselves. You need to sound more like Crabbe.
Ron: [in lower voice] Um... Bloody hell
Harry: Excellent.

Harry: [writing inside Tom Riddle's diary] My name is Harry Potter.
[the words disappear, then other words appear in the diary]
Tom Marvolo Riddle: Hello, Harry Potter, my name is Tom Riddle.
Harry: [writing] Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?
Tom Marvolo Riddle: [word appears] Yes...
Harry: Can you tell me?
Tom Marvolo Riddle: No...
[Harry sighs in frustration, but then sees the next words, and get excited]
Tom Marvolo Riddle: But I can show you... Let me take you back 50 years ago... 13th June.
[the pages turn to this date, then Harry is swept inside the diary]

Draco Malfoy: Father always said that Dumbledore was the worst thing that ever happened to this place.
Harry: [disguised as Goyle] You're wrong!
Draco Malfoy: What? You think there's someone here who's worse than Dumbledore? Well? Do you?
Harry: [disguised as Goyle] ... Harry Potter?
Draco Malfoy: Good one, Goyle. You're absolutely right.

Ron: If it kills by looking people in the eye, why is it no one's dead?
Harry: Because no one did look it in the eye. Not directly, at least. Colin saw it through his camera. Justin... Justin must've seen the basilisk through Nearly Headless Nick. Nick got the full blast of it, but he's a ghost; he couldn't die again. And Hermione... had the mirror! I bet you anything she was using it to look around corners in case it came along.
Ron: And Mrs. Norris? I'm pretty sure she didn't have a camera or a mirror, Harry.
Harry: The water. There was water on the floor that night. She only saw the basilisk's reflection.

Gilderoy Lockhart: Spooky how the time flies when one's having fun.
Harry: ...Spooky...

Harry Potter: It's alright Ginny, It's over. It's just a memory.

[Tom watches wizards carry a dead student away]
Dumbledore: Riddle. Come.
Tom Marvolo Riddle: [looks upstairs and sees Dumbledore, who is fifty years younger] Professor Dumbledore.
Harry: Dumbledore?
Dumbledore: It is not wise to be wandering around this late hour, Tom.
Tom Marvolo Riddle: Yes, Professor. I suppose I-I had to see for myself if the rumors were true.
Dumbledore: I'm afraid they are, Tom. They are true.
Tom Marvolo Riddle: About the school, as well? I don't have a home to go to. They wouldn't really close Hogwarts, would they, Professor?
Dumbledore: I understand, Tom. But, I'm afraid Headmaster Dippet may have no choice.
Tom Marvolo Riddle: Sir, if it all stopped. If the person responsible was caught...
Dumbledore: Is there something you wish to tell me?
Tom Marvolo Riddle: No, sir. Nothing.
Dumbledore: [he examines Riddle, but then shrugs it off] Very well, then. Off you go.
Tom Marvolo Riddle: Goodnight, sir.

[Hermione reveals that it will take a month to produce the Polyjuice potion]
Harry: A month!
[lowers his voice]
Harry: But Hermione, if Malfoy *is* the Heir of Slytherin, he could attack half the Muggle-borns in the school by then!
Hermione: I know, but it's the only plan we've got.

Gilderoy Lockhart: [Looking down the pipe leading to the Chamber of Secrets] Well... well done!, Well,
[turns and tries to leave]
Gilderoy Lockhart: there's no need for me to stay!
Harry: [Pushing Lockhart back with Ron's help] Yes there is!

Harry: [a rogue Bludger starts chasing Harry during the Quidditch match]
Ron: [Getting his wand out] I'll stop it!
Hermione: No! Even with a proper wand, it's too dangerous - you might hit Harry!

[Ron gets his wand out to levitate the sleeping draught cupcakes when Harry holds his hand out]
Harry: Eh, Ron, perhaps I'd better do it?
[Ron looks at his wand]
Ron: [Resignedly] Yeah
[puts the wand away, as Harry gets his own wand out]

Gilderoy Lockhart: [Echoing from the bottom of the entrance shaft] it *really* is quite filthy down here!
Harry: [Preparing to follow Lockhart] Here we go.
Moaning Myrtle: Oh Harry - if you die down there, you're welcome to share my toilet!
[Quick shot of Ron looking pained before cutting to Harry]
Harry: Urr, thanks, Myrtle!

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001)
Ron: It's spooky! She knows more about you than you do!
Harry: Who doesn't?

Mr. Ollivander: Curious... very curious...
Harry: Sorry, but what's curious?
Mr. Ollivander: I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It so happens that the phoenix whose tailfeather resides in your wand gave another feather... just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar.
Harry: And who owned that wand?
Mr. Ollivander: We do not speak his name! The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why. But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible! Yes. But great.

[about Fluffy]
Hagrid: I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the...
Harry: Yes?
Hagrid: Shouldn't have said that. No more questions, don't ask anymore questions!

Hagrid: You're a wizard, Harry!
Harry: I'm a what?

Hermione: You'll be okay, Harry. You're a great wizard. You really are.
Harry: Not as good as you.
Hermione: Me? Books and cleverness. There are more important things: friendship and bravery. And Harry, just be careful.

Harry: I swear I don't know. One minute the glass was there and then it was gone. It was like magic.
Uncle Vernon: There's no such thing as magic!

Harry: Good of you to get us out of trouble like that.
Ron: Mind you, we did save her life!
Harry: Mind you, she might not have needed saving if you hadn't insulted her.

Hagrid: Crikey, I'd love a dragon.
Harry: You'd like a dragon?

Oliver Wood: Scared, Harry?
Harry: A little.
Oliver Wood: That's all right. I felt the same way before my first game.
Harry: What happened?
Oliver Wood: I, uh, I don't really remember. I took a bludger to the head two minutes in. Woke up in hospital a week later.

Harry: I can't be a-a-a wizard. I mean, I'm just Harry, just Harry.

Ron: I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley.
Harry: I'm Harry. Harry Potter.
Ron: So... so it's true! I mean, do you really have the... the...
Harry: The what?
Ron: [in a hushed tone] The scar?
Harry: Oh.
[shows him the scar on his forehead]
Harry: Yeah.
Ron: Wicked!

[during the final chess game; Harry looks around at the board]
Harry: Wait a minute!
Ron: You see it, don't you, Harry? Once I make my move, the Queen will take me. Then you're free to check the King.
Harry: No. Ron, NO!
Hermione: What is it?
Harry: He's going to sacrifice himself.
Hermione: No, you can't, there must be another way!
Ron: Do you want to stop Snape from getting that stone or not?
[Hermione looks stunned]
Ron: Harry, it's you that has to go on, I *know* it. Not me, not Hermione, YOU.
[Harry takes a deep breath and nods]
Ron: [after a deep breath] Knight to H3.
[Ron and his horse advance to the next square. Ron breathes deep]
Ron: Check.
[The white Queen turns, advances slowly upon him, then draws her sword and plunges it into his horse, throwing him violently to the ground]
Harry: RON!
[Hermione makes as if to run to him]
Harry: [to Hermione] NO! DON'T MOVE! Don't forget - we're still playing.
[Harry moves three squares diagonally to his left and turns to face the King]

Ron: [Harry and Ron arrive late to Transfiguration, relieved that Professor McGonagall isn't there yet] Whew, made it. Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?
[the cat sitting at the head of the class suddenly transforms into her]
Ron: That was bloody brilliant!
Professor McGonagall: Well, thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of you might be on time.
Harry: We got lost.
Professor McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.

[looking at a recently-hatched dragon]
Hagrid: Isn't he beautiful? Oh, bless him! Look! He knows his mummy! Hallo, Norbert!
Harry: Norbert?
Hagrid: Yeah, well, he's gotta have a name, don't he?

Hagrid: You all right there, Harry? You seem very quiet.
Harry: He killed my parents, didn't he?
[puts a hand to his scar]
Harry: The one who gave me this?
[Hagrid is silent]
Harry: You know, Hagrid. I know you do.
[Hagrid sighs and pushes his bowl aside]
Hagrid: First - and understand this, Harry, 'cause it's very important - not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago there was one wizard that went as bad as you can go, and his name was V-
Hagrid: his name was V...
Harry: Maybe if you wrote it down...
Hagrid: Nah, I can't spell it. Alright
Hagrid: 'Voldemort'
Harry: [loudly] Voldemort?
Hagrid: Shhh! It was dark times, Harry, dark times. Voldemort started to gather some followers, brought 'em over to the dark side. Anyone who stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill them. Nobody... not one... 'cept you.
Harry: Me? Voldemort tried to kill... ME?
Hagrid: Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead. A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse, and an evil curse at that.
Harry: What happened to Vol- to You-Know-Who?
Hagrid: Well, some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he's still out there, too tired to carry on. But one thing's certain, something about you stumped him that night. That's why you're famous, Harry, that's why everybody knows your name. You're the boy who lived.

Harry: You! No, it can't be. Snape, he - he was the...
Professor Quirrel: Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he? Why, next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?

Uncle Vernon: He will not be going, I tell you! We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to all this rubbish!
Harry: You knew? You knew all along and you never told me?
Aunt Petunia: Of course we knew. How could you not be? My perfect sister being who she was. My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. "We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful?" I was the only one to see her for what she was... a freak! And then she met that Potter. And then she had you, and I knew you would be the same. Just as strange, just as... abnormal. And then if you please, she went and got herself blown up, and we got landed with you.
Harry: Blown up? You told me my parents died in a car crash!
Hagrid: A car crash? A car crash kill Lily and James Potter?
Aunt Petunia: We had to say something.
Hagrid: It's an outrage! It's a scandal!
Uncle Vernon: He'll not be going!
Hagrid: Oh, and I suppose a great muggle like yourself's gonna stop him, are ya?

Dumbledore: Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him?
[Harry shakes his head]
Dumbledore: It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark.
[Harry reaches up to touch his scar]
Dumbledore: No, no. This kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.
Harry: What is it?
Dumbledore: Love, Harry. Love.

[after being in the Dark Forest]
Harry: I think if he'd had the chance, he might've tried to kill me tonight.
Ron: And to think, I've been worrying about my potions final.

Professor McGonagall: Nothing, I repeat, nothing gives a student the right to walk about the school at night. Therefore, as punishment for your actions, 50 points will be taken.
Harry: 50?
[Ron and Hermione also looking shocked, Draco smirking]
Professor McGonagall: Each.
[Harry's mouth drops open]
Professor McGonagall: And to ensure it doesn't happen again, all four of you will receive detention.
Draco Malfoy: [smirk suddenly fades and steps up] Excuse me, professor, perhaps I heard you wrong. I thought you said the four of us.
Professor McGonagall: No, you heard me correctly, Mr. Malfoy. You see, honorable as your intentions were, you too were out of bed after hours. You will join your classmates in detention.

Harry: Excuse me sir, can you tell me where I might find Platform Nine and Three-Quarters?
Station Guard: Nine and Three-Quarters? Think you're being funny do ya?
[muttering to himself]
Station Guard: Nine and Three-Quarters!

[stepping over Neville lying on the floor, whom Hermione has petrified using the "Petrificus Totalus Curse"]
Harry: Sorry.
Hermione: Sorry.
Ron: It's for your own good, you know.

Sorting Hat: Hmm, difficult. VERY difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh yes. And a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?
Harry: Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin.
Sorting Hat: Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. It's all here in your head. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, there's no doubt about that. No?
Harry: Please, please. Anything but Slytherin, anything but Slytherin.
Sorting Hat: Well if you're sure, better be... GRYFFINDOR!

[showing Harry the Golden Snitch]
Harry: I like this ball.
Oliver Wood: Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast, and damn near impossible to see.
Harry: What do I do with it?
Oliver Wood: You catch it, before the other team's seeker. You catch this, the game's over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.

Seamus Finnigan: Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum.
[he checks the goblet, then tries again]
Seamus Finnigan: Eye of rabbit, harp string hum...
Harry: What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?
Ron: Turn it to rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday! Before...

Harry: Say, Percy, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?
Percy Weasley: Oh, that's Professor Snape, head of Slytherin House.
Harry: What's he teach?
Percy Weasley: Potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrell's job for *years*.

Draco Malfoy: You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't wanna go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.
[he holds out his hand, which Harry doesn't take]
Harry: I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.

Seamus Finnigan: [in Charms class] Wingardium Leviosa. Wingard...
Harry: [to Professor Flitwick] I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor.

[deleted scene]
Ron: [Neville comes hopping in, his legs apparently stuck together] Leg-Locker Curse?
Harry: Malfoy.
Ron: You have *got* to start standing up to people, Neville.
Neville Longbottom: [wobbling uncontrollably] How? I can barely stand at all!
Seamus Finnigan: [jumping up, wand at the ready] I'll do the counter-curse!
Neville Longbottom: No, that's all I need... you to set my bloody kneecaps on fire!
Seamus Finnigan: [slamming his wand down] I don't appreciate the insinuation, Longbottom. Besides, if anyone cares to notice, my eyebrows have completely grown back!
[stalks off angrily, showing a large chunk of hair missing from the back of his head]
Harry: I found him!
[hands Ron a Chocolate Frog card of Dumbledore]
Ron: 'Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in 1945-'
Harry: Go on.
Ron: '-for his discovery of the 12 uses of Dragon Blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel!'
Harry: I knew the name sounded familiar, I read it on the train that day.
Hermione: [Beaming excitedly] Follow me!
[the Trio tears out of the Great Hall, leaving poor Neville still flailing around]
Neville Longbottom: Hey, wait, where are you going? What about the counter-curse?
[Before he can say another word he topples over backwards, sparking a fresh round of laughter from the other students]

George Weasley: [while sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating Christmas dinner] How do you like yours, Ron?
[Ron, however, keep glancing over at Harry, who is sitting far away from everyone else, staring into the fire, remembering the image of his parents from the Mirror of Erised]
George Weasley: Ron?
Ron: I'll be right back.
[puts his utensils down and goes to Harry]
Ron: Wanna play chess?
Harry: No.
Ron: Wanna go and visit Hagrid?
Harry: No.
Ron: I know what you're thinking Harry, but don't. There's something not right about that mirror.
[Harry merely nods in acknowledgement as Ron rejoins the other Gryffindors]

Ron: [mimicking Hermione] "It's Levi-OOOOH-sa not LevioSAR." She's a nightmare, honestly. It's no wonder she hasn't got any friends!
[Hermione comes up from behind them and pushes past Ron, in tears]
Harry: I think she heard you.

Hagrid: If that dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gives you any grief, you could always, um, threaten him with a nice pair of ears to go with that tail of his.
Harry: But, Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic away from Hogwarts. You know that.
Hagrid: I do, but your cousin don't, do he?

[last lines]
Hermione: Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?
Harry: [looking at Hagrid] I'm not going home. Not really.

[after catching Harry scribbling on his paper]
Professor Severus Snape: Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?
[Harry doesn't answer]
Professor Severus Snape: You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?
Harry: I don't know, sir.
Professor Severus Snape: And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?
Harry: I don't know, sir.
Professor Severus Snape: Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?

Harry: [trying to get Neville's Rememberall] Give it here, Malfoy or I'll knock you off your broom!
Draco Malfoy: Is that so?
[Harry makes a grab for Malfoy but he moves]
Draco Malfoy: Have it your way then.
[Malfoy throws the Rememberall]

Draco Malfoy: Wait 'til my father hears about this! This is servant's stuff!
Harry: If I didn't know any better, Draco, I'd say you were scared.
Draco Malfoy: I'm not scared, Potter!
[howling noise]
Draco Malfoy: Did you hear that?
Harry: [calls the dog] Come on, Fang!

Voldemort: Harry Potter. We meet again.
Harry: Voldemort?
Voldemort: Yes. You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite! Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can; something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!

Hermione: [after Hermione and Harry sink in the Devil's Snare, Ron is still panicking] He's not relaxing, is he?
Harry: Apparently not.
Hermione: I've gotta do something!
Harry: What?
Hermione: Oh, I remember reading something in herbology... um...
Ron: Hel-!
Hermione: Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare..."It's deadly fun, but will sulk in the sun!" That's it! Devil's Snare hates sunlight! Lumos Solem!
[she conjures a type of sunlight from her wand; Ron falls to the ground below]
Harry: Ron, you okay?
Ron: Yeah.
Harry: Okay.
Ron: [sigh] Lucky we didn't panic.
Harry: Lucky Hermione pays attention in herbology.

Dimpled Woman on Train: Anything from the trolly, dears?
Ron: [Holding up his sandwiches] No thanks, i'm all set.
Harry: [Taking some coins out of his pocket] We'll take the lot!
Ron: Whoa!

Harry: Hagrid, who gave you the Dragon Egg? What did he look like?
Hagrid: I don't know. I never saw his face. He kept his hood up.
Harry: This stranger, though, you and he must've talked.
Hagrid: Well, he wanted to know what sort of creatures I looked after. I told him. I said "After Fluffy, a dragon's gonna be no problem."
Harry: Did he seem interested in Fluffy?
Hagrid: Well, of course he was interested in Fluffy. How often do you come across a 3-headed dog, even if you're in the trade? But I told him I said - I said, "The trick with any beast is to know how to calm him." Take Fluffy, for example, just play him a bit of music and he falls straight asleep.
Hagrid: [pause] I shouldn't have told you that.

Hagrid: See Harry, you're famous.
Harry: But why am I famous, Hagrid? All those people back there, how is it they know who I am?
Hagrid: I'm not sure I'm exactly the right person to tell you that, Harry.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 (2011)
Harry Potter: [to James, Lily, Sirus and Remus] I never wanted any of you to die for me.

[from trailer]
Harry Potter: You'll stay with me?
Lily Potter: Always.
Sirius Black: Until the end.

Harry Potter: There's something hidden here in the castle, and it may help us defeat you-know-who.

Harry Potter: [Seeing Helga Huffelpuff's cup] That's it, up there!

Harry Potter: He knows if we find them, and destroy all the horcruxes we'll be able to kill him. I reckon he'll stop at nothing to make sure we don't find the rest. There's more, one of them is at Hogwarts.

Professor Severus Snape: [to the Hogwart's students] If anyone here knows any knowledge of Mr. Potter's movements this evening, I invite them to step forward... now.
Harry Potter: [Stepping out of the crowd] It seems despite your exhaustive defensive strategies, you still have a bit of a security problem, Headmaster.

Luna Lovegood: Harry, wait, I need to talk to you.
Harry Potter: I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment, Luna.
Luna Lovegood: You won't find it where you're going, you're wasting your time.
Harry Potter: We'll talk later, ok?
Luna Lovegood: Harry!
Harry Potter: Later!
Luna Lovegood: Harry Potter! You listen to me right now! Don't you remember what Cho said about Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem? There's not a person alive whose seen it. It's obvious isn't it? You have to talk to someone whose dead.

Draco Malfoy: [Wand pointed at Harry] Well, well what brings you here Potter?
Harry Potter: Could ask you the same.
Draco Malfoy: You have something of mine, I'd like it back.
Harry Potter: [Nudging to his wand] What's wrong with the one you have?
Draco Malfoy: It's my mother's, it's powerful but it's... not the same. It doesn't quite... understand me, know what I mean?
Harry Potter: Why didn't you tell her, Bellatrix, you knew it was me? You didn't say anything.
Gregory Goyle: C'mon Draco, don't be a prat, do it.

Harry Potter: Dumbledore trusted me to see this through.
Aberforth Dumbledore: What makes you think you can trust him? What makes you think you can believe anything my brother told you? In all the time you knew him, did he ever mention my name? Did he ever mention hers?
Harry Potter: Why should he...
Aberforth Dumbledore: ...Keep secrets, you tell me?
Harry Potter: I trusted him.
Aberforth Dumbledore: That's a boy's answer. A boy who goes chasing horcruxes on the word of a man who wouldn't even tell you where to start. You're lying!

Ginny Weasley: [Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville have entered the Room of Requirement] Harry!
Harry Potter: Hi there.
[pauses waiting for a response from Ginny, then addresses Hermione]
Ron Weasley: Six months she hadn't see me, it's like I'm a Frankie First Year. I'm only her brother...
Seamus Finnigan: She's got lots of them, but there's only one Harry.
Ron Weasley: Shut up Seamus.

Harry Potter: [to Snape] How dare you stand where he stood! A man who trusted you Tell them how it happened that night. Tell them how you looked him in the eye, and killed him.

Ollivander: He's after you, Mr. Potter. You really don't stand a chance.
Harry Potter: I suppose I'll have to kill him before he finds me.

Harry Potter: Why are you here, all of you?
Lily Potter: We never left.

Harry Potter: We have to go there, now.
Hermione Granger: What? We can't do that! We've got to plan! We've got to figure it out...
Harry Potter: Hermione! When have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose!

Harry Potter: [Harry's son is nervous to go through the barrier] Together.

Harry Potter: [referring to the Thing beneath the bench] What is that, Professor?
Professor Albus Dumbledore: Something that is beyond either of our help.

Minerva McGonagall: And Potter... it's good to see you.
Harry Potter: It's good to see you too, Professor.

Harry Potter: And Remus, your son...
Remus Lupin: Others will tell him what his mother and father died for. One day, he'll understand.

Harry Potter: Does it hurt to die?
Sirius Black: Quicker then falling asleep.

Harry Potter: I have to go back, haven't I?
Professor Albus Dumbledore: Oh, that's up to you.
Harry Potter: I have a choice?
Professor Albus Dumbledore: Oh, yes. We're in King's Cross, you say? I think, if you so desired, you'd be able to board a train.
Harry Potter: And where would it take me?
Professor Albus Dumbledore: On.

Harry Potter: Voldemort has the Elder Wand.
Professor Albus Dumbledore: True.
Harry Potter: And the snake's still alive.
Professor Albus Dumbledore: Yes.
Harry Potter: And I have nothing to kill it with.

Harry Potter: Ginny! Neville! Are you all right?
Neville Longbottom: Never better! I feel like I could spit fire! You haven't seen Luna have you?
Harry Potter: Luna?
Neville Longbottom: I'm mad for her. I think it's about time I told her, since we'll probably both be dead by dawn!
[Neville runs up the staircase; Harry and Ginny look at each other for a moment, then kiss]
Ginny Weasley: [whispering to Harry] I know.

Harry Potter: Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?
Professor Albus Dumbledore: Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

Minerva McGonagall: Potter, I assume you're here for a reason. What do you need?
Harry Potter: Time. As much as you can get me, Professor.
Minerva McGonagall: Do what you have to. I'll secure the castle.

Neville Longbottom: It doesn't matter that Harry's gone.
Seamus Finnigan: Stand down Neville!
Neville Longbottom: People die every day. Friends, family. Yeah, we still lost Harry tonight. He's still with us, in here.
[Points to his heart]
Neville Longbottom: So's Fred, Remus, Tonks... they didn't die in vain. But YOU will. 'Cause you're wrong! Harry's heart did beat for us! For all of us! It's not over!
[He pulls the Sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat]
Harry Potter: [Harry suddenly drops from Hagrid's arms and aims at Nagini] Confringo!
Bellatrix Lestrange: [In the sudden confusion, scores of Death Eaters begin to apparate away from Hogwarts] No! No, come back! Lucius! Come back! Come back and fight!
Harry Potter: I'll lure him into the castle. We have to kill the snake.

Griphook: How did you come upon that sword?
Harry Potter: It's complicated. Why did Bellatrix Lestrange think it should be in her vault?
Griphook: It's complicated.

Neville Longbottom: Right then, so what's the plan Harry?
Harry Potter: Okay, there's something we need to find, something hidden here in the castle, and it may help us defeat You-Know-Who.
Neville Longbottom: Right, what is it?
Harry Potter: We don't know.
Dean Thomas: Where is it?
Harry Potter: We don't know that either. I realise that's not much to go on.
Seamus Finnigan: That's nothing to go on.

Harry Potter: You were right. When you told Professor Snape that wand was failing you. It will always fail you!
Lord Voldemort: I killed Snape!
Harry Potter: But what if that wand never belonged to Snape? What if its allegiance was always to someone else? C'mon, Tom... let's finish this the way we started it. Together!

Lord Voldemort: [Deleted scene] Why do you live?
Harry Potter: Because I have something worth living for.

Harry Potter: Come on Tom, let's finish this the way we started, together.

[last lines]
Harry Potter: Ready?
Albus Severus Potter: Ready.

[first lines]
Luna Lovegood: [looking at landscape around Shell Cottage from doorway] It's beautiful here.
Bill Weasley: It was our aunt's. We used to come here as kids. The order uses it now as a safe house. What's left of us at least.
Luna Lovegood: [looking at wind chime made of shells] Muggles think these keep away evil, but they're wrong.
Harry Potter: [to Bill] I need to talk to the goblin.

Harry Potter: [spoken sternly to Snape] How dare you stand where he stood, a man who trusted you? Tell them how it happened that night, tell them how you looked him in the eyes and killed him!

Albus Severus Potter: Dad, what if I am put in Slytherin?
Harry Potter: Albus Severus Potter... you were named for two Headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin, and he was probably the bravest man I've ever known.

Professor Severus Snape: [Trying to staunch the bleeding wound on Snape's neck, Harry suddenly notices that Snape is crying light, almost crystal tears. Snape gestures towards his eyes] Take them... take them, please.
Harry Potter: Hermione, give me a flask, anything!
[She reaches into her bag and produces a flask, which Harry uses to collect the memory tears running down Snape's cheek. He clutches the bottle in his hand then again tries to staunch Snape's wound]
Professor Severus Snape: Take them to the Pensieve... and look at me.
[Harry stares at him]
Professor Severus Snape: You have your mother's eyes.
[a confused look crosses Harry's face as Snape takes his last breath]

Harry Potter: [Walking into a clearing in the Forest, Harry pulls the Snitch from his pocket] I'm ready to die.
[He kisses it, and it opens to reveal a small black stone]
Harry Potter: The Resurrection Stone...
[he holds it in his hands, and closes his eyes. As he opens them, his parents, Sirius, and Remus appear in the clearing]
Lily Potter: [Lily smiles at her son and holds her hand out to him. Harry reaches out to touch it, but finds his own hand just passes through hers] You've been so brave, sweetheart.
Harry Potter: Why are you here? All of you?
Lily Potter: We never left.
Harry Potter: [He turns to Sirius] Does it-does it hurt? Dying?
Sirius Black: Quicker than falling asleep.
James Potter: You're nearly there, son.
Harry Potter: I'm sorry. I never wanted any of you to die for me.
[He turns to Lupin]
Harry Potter: And Remus, your son...
Remus Lupin: Others will tell him what his mother and father died for. One day, he'll understand.
Harry Potter: You'll stay with me?
James Potter: Until the end.
Harry Potter: And he won't be able to see you?
Sirius Black: No.
[He reaches towards Harry's heart]
Sirius Black: We're here, you see.
Harry Potter: Stay close to me.
Lily Potter: Always.
[He drops the Stone, and is once again alone]

Hermione Granger: [Walking out of Dumbledore's office, now knowing what he must do, Harry sees Ron and Hermione holding each other on the Grand Staircase. Upon hearing his footsteps, Hermione stands up to face him] Where have you been?
Ron Weasley: We thought you went to the Forest.
Harry Potter: I'm going there now.
Ron Weasley: Are you mad? No. You can't give yourself up to him.
Hermione Granger: What is it, Harry? What is it you know?
Harry Potter: There's a reason I can hear them... the Horcruxes. I think I've known for awhile.
[Realization dawns on Hermione]
Harry Potter: And I think you have too.
Hermione Granger: [She begins to cry] I'll go with you!
Harry Potter: No. Kill the snake. Kill the snake and then it's just him.
[Hermione runs to hug him. Harry glances over her shoulder and looks at Ron, knowing it may be the last time he ever sees either of his best friends]

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009)
Harry Potter: Did you know, sir? Then?
Albus Dumbledore: Did I know that I just met the most dangerous dark wizard of all time? No.

[Romilda Vane and Harry are staring at each other across the library]
Hermione Granger: [snaps her fingers] Hey! She's only interested in you because she thinks you're the Chosen One.
Harry Potter: But I am the Chosen One.
[Hermione smacks him on the head with the newspaper]
Harry Potter: Sorry... kidding!

Albus Dumbledore: [about Hermione] Are you and her...?
Harry Potter: Oh no, no, no. I mean, she's brilliant, but we're friends.

Ron Weasley: It's beautiful, isn't it? The moon.
Harry Potter: Divine. Had ourselves a little late night snack, did we?
Ron Weasley: It was on your bed, the box, I just thought I'd try one.
Harry Potter: Or twenty.
Ron Weasley: I can't stop thinking about her, Harry.
Harry Potter: Honestly, you know, I reckon she was starting to annoy you.
Ron Weasley: She could never annoy me. I think I love her.
Harry Potter: Oh... brilliant.
Ron Weasley: Do you think she knows I exist?
Harry Potter: Well, I'd bloody well hope so, she's been snogging you for three months.
Ron Weasley: Snogging? Who are you talking about?
Harry Potter: Who are you talking about?
Ron Weasley: Romilda, of course. Romilda Vane.
Harry Potter: Okay, very funny.
Ron Weasley: [throws the chocolates box at Harry]
Harry Potter: What was that for?
Ron Weasley: It's no joke! I'm in love with her!
Harry Potter: Alright, fine, you're in love with her! Have you ever actually met her?
Ron Weasley: No... Can you introduce me?

Harry Potter: But, Sir, I thought we weren't allowed to apparate on Hogwarts' grounds.
Albus Dumbledore: Well, being me... has its privileges.

Remus Lupin: You're blinded by hatred.
Harry Potter: No I'm not!
Remus Lupin: Yes you are!

Harry Potter: [for Quidditch tryouts] Okay, so this morning I'm going to be putting you all though a few drills, just to set things straight.
[everyone is talking]
Harry Potter: Quiet, please.
[everybody's still taking]
Ginny Weasley: [shouts] Shut It!
[everyone is silent]
Harry Potter: Thanks.

[after telling Harry to close his eyes, Ginny hides his book somewhere in the Room of Requirement, then comes back, and gives him a soft kiss on the lips]
Ginny Weasley: That can stay hidden up here too, if you like.
[a short time later, Harry is walking down the hallway, in a daze. Ron appears beside him]
Ron Weasley: So, did you and Ginny do it?
Harry Potter: [alarmed] What?
Ron Weasley: Did you hide the book?

Horace Slughorn: [shocked] Harry!
Harry Potter: [imitating Slughorn and hyper from the Felix potion] Sir!

Severus Snape: [Snape has just walked in on Harry and Cormac. Harry attempts to run away] Not... so fast, Potter.
Harry Potter: Sorry, sir, but I really should be getting back to the party. My date...
Severus Snape: Can surely survive another minute without you. Besides, I only wish to convey a message.

Harry Potter: Sorry I made you miss the carriages by the way, Luna.
Luna Lovegood: That's all right, it's like being with a friend.
Harry Potter: Oh, I am your friend, Luna.
Luna Lovegood: That's nice.

[last lines]
Harry Potter: I never noticed how beautiful this place is.

Harry Potter: [chasing after Snape after Snape killed Dumbledore] Snape! He trusted you!

Rubeus Hagrid: Seriously misunderstood creatures, spiders are. It's the eyes, I reckon, they unnerve some folk.
Harry Potter: Not to mention the pincers...
[clicks his tongue while miming pincers biting]

Harry Potter: What happens when you break an Unbreakable Vow?
Ron Weasley: You die.

Horace Slughorn: Harry! I must insist you accompany me back to the castle immediately!
Harry Potter: That would be counterproductive, sir!
Horace Slughorn: What makes you say that?
Harry Potter: No idea!

Ron Weasley: [about the Half-Blood Prince's book] He even sleeps with it.
Harry Potter: I don't sleep with it!

Ron Weasley: You heard Snape say he's made an Unbreakable Vow?
Harry Potter: Yes. What does it mean?
Ron Weasley: Well, you can't break an Unbreakable Vow!
Harry Potter: [sarcastic] I worked that much out for myself, funny enough.

Ron Weasley: [about Ginny and Dean] What do you think he sees in her?
Harry Potter: She's smart... funny... attractive...
Ron Weasley: Attractive?
Harry Potter: Well you know... she has nice... skin.
Ron Weasley: So you think he is going out with her because she has nice skin?
Harry Potter: Well, I dunno, I'm just saying it could be a contributing factor.
Ron Weasley: Hermione's got nice skin. You know, as far as skin goes.
Harry Potter: I-I've never thought about it before. But now that you mention it, yeah. Very nice.
Harry Potter: [long pause] ... I think I'll be going to bed now.

Remus Lupin: Has it occurred to you Harry, that Snape was simply pretending to offer Draco help so he could find out what he was up to?
Harry Potter: That's not what it sounded like.
Nymphadora Tonks: Perhaps Harry's right, Remus. I mean, to make an Unbreakable Vow...
Remus Lupin: It comes down to whether or not you trust Dumbledore. Dumbledore trusts Snape, therefore I do.

Harry Potter: [talking to Slughorn] Be brave, Professor. Be brave like my mother... Otherwise, you disgrace her. Otherwise, she died for nothing. Otherwise, the bowl will remain empty... forever.

Horace Slughorn: Exactly how did you get out of the castle, Harry?
Harry Potter: Through the front door sir.

Rubeus Hagrid: [talking about Aragog] I had him from an egg, you know? Tiny little thing he was when he hatched. No bigger than a Pekingese. A Pekingese, mind you!
Horace Slughorn: How sweet! I once had a fish... Francis. He was very dear to me. One afternoon, I came downstairs and... it vanished. Poof.
Rubeus Hagrid: That's very odd, isn't it?
Horace Slughorn: Yes, doesn't it? But that's life! I suppose, you - you go along with and suddenly... poof.
Rubeus Hagrid: Poof.
Harry Potter: Poof.

Horace Slughorn: I would have thought an expert potion-maker like yourself could whip up an antidote for a love potion in no time, Harry?
Harry Potter: Well, sir, I think this called for a more practiced hand.
Ron Weasley: [throws his arms around Slughorn] Hello, darling. Fancy a drink?
Horace Slughorn: Perhaps you're right.

Waiter: [Hermione hides from Cormac at the Christmas party. Waiter offers hors d'oeuvres] Dragon tartare?
Hermione Granger: No, thank you.
Harry Potter: I'm fine.
Waiter: Just as well. They give you terrible bad breath.
Hermione Granger: On second thought...
[grabs the tray and gobbles two]
Hermione Granger: Maybe they'll keep McLaggen at bay... oh, God, here he comes!

Harry Potter: Incarcerous!
[Snape blocks the curse]
Harry Potter: Fight back!, you coward! Fight back!
[Bellatrix shoots a curse at Harry]
Severus Snape: No! He belongs to the Dark Lord!
Harry Potter: Sectumsempra!
[Snape blocks the curse again, throwing Harry onto his back]
Severus Snape: You dare use my own spells against me, Potter? Yes. I'm the Half Blood Prince.

Albus Dumbledore: Take my arm.
Harry Potter: I just apparated, didn't I?
Albus Dumbledore: Indeed. Quite successfully, I might add. Most people vomit their first time.
Harry Potter: [dry-heaving] I can't imagine why.

Draco Malfoy: [looking at Harry's broken nose] Nice face, Potter!
[Harry nods disdainfully; Luna pulls out her wand]
Luna Lovegood: Would you like me to fix it for you? Personally, I think you look a little more devil-may-care this way, but it's up to you.
Harry Potter: Um... have you ever fixed a nose before?
Luna Lovegood: No. But I've done several toes, and how different are they, really?
Harry Potter: ...Okay, yeah, sure, give it a go.
Luna Lovegood: Episkey!
[a loud crack]
Harry Potter: Augh...!
[rubs his nose gingerly; looks at Luna]
Harry Potter: Well? How do I look?
Luna Lovegood: Exceptionally ordinary.
Harry Potter: ...Brilliant.

[Slughorn is snipping tentacular leaves through a window in the greenhouse; Harry, who is walking by, notices Slughorn and walks up behind him. Slughorn is startled]
Horace Slughorn: Aaauughh!... Merlin's beard, Harry!
Harry Potter: Oh, sorry, sir, I should've announced myself. Cleared my throat. Coughed. You probably feared I was Professor Sprout!
Horace Slughorn: Yes, I did actually!... What made you think that?
Harry Potter: Oh, well, just the general behavior, sir - the sneaking around, jumping when you saw me... Are those tentacular leaves, sir? They're very valuable, aren't they?
Horace Slughorn: Ten Galleons a leaf to the right buyer!... Not that I'm familiar with any such back alley transactions, but one does hear rumors. My own interests are purely academic, of course.
Harry Potter: Personally, these plants always kind of freak me out.

[Harry and Luna are the last two students to arrive at the school]
Professor Filius Flitwick: There you are! We've been looking everywhere for you two.
[looks at his register]
Professor Filius Flitwick: Now, names?
Harry Potter: Professor Flitwick, you've known me for five years.
Professor Filius Flitwick: [awkwardly] No exceptions... Potter.

Hermione Granger: How does it feel, Harry? When you see Dean with Ginny?
Harry Potter: [slightly taken aback] Oh. Um...
Hermione Granger: I know. I've seen the way you look at her. You're my best friend.
[Ron bursts in with Lavender, laughing, then sobers when he sees Hermione and Harry]
Lavender Brown: Oops!... I think this room's taken.
[runs off]
Ron Weasley: [awkwardly] ... What's with the birds?
Hermione Granger: [stands, glares at Ron] Oppugno!
[Hermione's flock of birds fly at Ron, who flees the room. Hermione sinks next to Harry and breaks down crying]
Harry Potter: It feels like this.

[Harry gulps down the Felix Felicis]
Hermione Granger: How do you feel?
Harry Potter: Excellent... really excellent!
Hermione Granger: Remember, Slughorn usually eats early, takes a walk, and then returns to his office.
Harry Potter: Right. I'm going down to Hagrid's.
Hermione Granger: What? No! Harry, you've got to go speak to Slughorn! We have a plan.
Harry Potter: I know, but I've got a really good feeling about Hagrid's. I feel like it's the place to be tonight. Do you know what I mean?
Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley: No.
Harry Potter: Trust me! I know what I'm doing, or Felix does.
[walks past two people]
Harry Potter: Hi!

Harry Potter: What brings you here, sir?
Horace Slughorn: [good-naturedly/drunkenly] Oh, the Three Broomsticks and I go way back! Farther back than I care to admit! Ho ho ho... Why I can remember when it was just ONE Broomstick!
[Slughorn chuckles and spills his drink all over the table, splashing Hermione; she jumps away]
Horace Slughorn: Whoops! All hands on deck, there, Granger!

[Harry is reading a newspaper]
Waitress: "Harry Potter." Who's Harry Potter?
Harry Potter: Oh, no one. Bit of a tosser, really.

Harry Potter: 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.
Hermione Granger: 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.

Harry Potter: [Harry knocks on the door of Professor Slughorn's room] I'm sorry, sir. I wouldn't bother you if it weren't essential.
Ron Weasley: Where's Romilda?
Horace Slughorn: What's the matter with Wenby?
Harry Potter: [Whispers] Very powerful love potion.
Horace Slughorn: Very well. Better bring him in. I'd have thought you could have whipped up a remedy for this in no time, Harry.
Harry Potter: I'd have thought that this called for a more practised hand, sir.
Ron Weasley: [Ron wraps his arms around Professor Slughorn and looks at him romantically] Hello Darling. Fancy a drink?
Horace Slughorn: Perhaps you're right.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 (2010)
Harry Potter: [talking about the locket Horcrux] Ron, kill it!

Harry Potter: The longer we stay here, the stronger he gets.

Harry Potter: I thought you knew what you had signed up for!
Ron Weasley: Yeah, I thought so too

Rufus Scrimgeour: I won't pretend to be your friend, Mr. Potter. But I'm not your enemy.
Harry Potter: Forgive me minister, but it's a little hard to tell the difference now-a-days.

Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody: Potter, you're underage. Which means you still have the trace on you.
Harry Potter: What's the trace?
Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody: If you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose. Point is we'll have to use those means of transport the trace can't detect. Brooms, thestrals, anf the like. We'll go in pairs, that way if anyones out there waiting for us, and I reckon there will be, they won't know which Harry Potter is the real one.
Harry Potter: The real one?
Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody: [Brings out Polyjuice potion] I believe you're familiar with this particular brew.
Harry Potter: No, absolutely not.
Hermione Granger: Told you he'd take it well.

Waitress: Can I take your order?
Hermione Granger: I'll have a cappucino.
Waitress: [turns to Ron] You?
Ron Weasley: What she said.
Harry Potter: Same.

Harry Potter: [to Dolores Umbridge just before he Stuns her] You're lying, Dolores... and you mustn't tell lies!

Harry Potter: This is mental.
Hermione Granger: Completely mental.
Ron Weasley: The world's mental.

Ron Weasley: You don't know why I listen to the radio, do you? To make sure I don't hear Ginny's name. Or Fred, or George, or Mum.
Harry Potter: You think I'm not listening too? You think I don't know how this feels?
Ron Weasley: No, you *don't* know how it feels! Your parents are dead! You have no family!
Hermione Granger: Stop!
Harry Potter: Fine then, go! Go then!
Hermione Granger: [Ron wrenches the locket off and gets his bag] Ron...
Ron Weasley: [turns to Hermione] And you? Are you coming or are you staying?
[Hermione looks torn, she glances from Harry to Ron in shock]
Ron Weasley: Fine. I get it. I saw you two the other night.
Hermione Granger: [tears in her eyes] Ron, that's - that's nothing!

Ron Weasley: How long do you think she'll stay mad at me?
Harry Potter: Just keep talking about that little ball of light touching your heart, and she'll come 'round.

Harry Potter: [about Ron, after he returns] You're not still mad at him, are you?
Hermione Granger: I'm always mad at him.

[last lines]
Harry Potter: [after Dobby dies] I want to bury him. Properly, without magic.

Hermione Granger: [Entering Godric's Hollow] I still think we should have used Polyjuice Potion.
Harry Potter: No. This is where I was born. I'm not returning as someone else.

[Harry is about go away from the Weasley house]
Ron Weasley: Going somewhere?
Harry Potter: No one else is going to die. Not for me.
Ron Weasley: For you? You think Mad-Eye died for you? You think George took that curse for you? You may be the Chosen One, mate, but this is a whole lot bigger than that.

Harry Potter: I don't care about a bloody wedding! No matter whose it is. I have to start searching for the Horcruxes. It's the only chance we have to beat him. And the longer we wait, the stronger he gets.
Ron Weasley: Tonight's not that night, mate. You'd only be doing him a favor.
Ron Weasley: Do you think he knows? I mean, they're bits of his soul. The Horcruxes. Bits of him. When Dumbledore destroyed the ring and you destroyed Tom Riddle's diary all those years ago... He must've felt something, right? What I'm saying is, if we do this thing right, if we find the Horcruxes and begin to destroy them one by one... Won't he know he's being hunted?

Ginny Weasley: Seems silly, doesn't it? A wedding. Given everything that's going on.
Harry Potter: Maybe that's the best reason to have it. Because of everything that's going on.

Luna Lovegood: Hello, Harry! Oh, I've interrupted a deep thought, haven't I? I can see it growing smaller in your eyes.
Harry Potter: No, of course not. How are you, Luna?
Luna Lovegood: Very well. I was bitten by a garden gnome only moments ago.
Xenophilius Lovegood: Gnome saliva is enormously beneficial! Xenophilius Lovegood.
[shakes hands with Harry]
Xenophilius Lovegood: We live just over the hill!
Harry Potter: Very nice to meet you, sir.
Xenophilius Lovegood: I trust you to know, Mr. Potter, that we at the Quibbler, unlike those toadies at the Daily Prophet, fully supported Dumbledore during his lifetime, and his death support you as fully.
Luna Lovegood: Come, Daddy. Harry doesn't wanna talk to us right now. He's just too polite to say so.

Hermione Granger: We didn't celebrate your birthday, Harry. Ginny and I... we'd prepared a cake. We were going to bring it out at the end of the wedding.
Harry Potter: Hermione... I appreciate the thought, honestly. But given that we were almost killed by a couple of Death Eaters a few minutes ago...
[he lets the rest of the sentence remain in the air]
Hermione Granger: Right. Perspective.

Hermione Granger: Oh my god...
Harry Potter: What?
Hermione Granger: I'll tell you in a minute.
Harry Potter: How about you tell me now?
Hermione Granger: Alright. The Sword of Gryffindor. Maybe it's Goblin made?
Harry Potter: [points at her with both hands, with heavy irony] Brilliant!

[Harry and Hermione stands at Lily's and James' grave in Godric's Hollow. Hermione sees the tears that streams down his face. She magically leaves a wreath of Christmas roses by it with her wand. Harry stares at them with an emotional face]
Harry Potter: Merry Christmas, Hermione.
Hermione Granger: Merry Christmas, Harry.
[Hermione leans her head on his shoulder]

Harry Potter: It was you!
Ron Weasley: Well, yeah. Obviously.
Harry Potter: And the doe. That was you as well.
Ron Weasley: No. I reckoned it was you.
Harry Potter: My Patronus is a stag.
Ron Weasley: Right.
[raising his arms up and fake antlers with his fingers]
Ron Weasley: Antlers.

Lord Voldemort: [voiceover as Tom Riddle] I have seen your heart and it's mine. I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears...
Harry Potter: Ron! Don't listen to it!
Lord Voldemort: [voiceover as Tom Riddle] Least loved by the mother who craved a daughter. Least loved, by the girl who prefers your friend...
Harry Potter: Ron! Stab it!
Harry Potter: [as Riddle-Harry] We were better without you, happier without you.
Hermione Granger: [as Riddle-Hermione] Who could look at you beside Harry Potter? What are you, compared to the Chosen One...?
Harry Potter: Ron! It lies! Stab it! STAB IT!
Harry Potter: [as Riddle-Harry] Your mother confessed that she would have preferred me as a son...
Hermione Granger: [as Riddle-Hermione] Who wouldn't prefer him? What woman would take you? You are nothing... nothing... nothing to him...
[Riddle-Hermione and Riddle-Harry starts to kiss in the fog. Ron looks shocked. Ron's head turns to Harry, who freezes. A trace of scarlet glints in Ron's eyes]
Ron Weasley: NOOO!
[Ron raises the sword, stabs it through Riddle-Harry and Riddle-Hermione, and then reaches the locket, and then there's silence]

[deleted scene; the dursleys are departing their home]
Vernon Dursley: This isn't just goodbye, boy, is it? This is farewell.
Dudley Dursley: I don't understand. Isn't he coming with us?
Vernon Dursley: Who?
Dudley Dursley: Harry.
Vernon Dursley: Absolutely not.
Dudley Dursley: Why?
Vernon Dursley: Why?
Vernon Dursley: Because he doesn't want to. Do you, boy?
Harry Potter: Absolutely not, no. Besides, I'm just a waste of space. Isn't that right, Vernon?
Vernon Dursley: Come on Dudley. We're off.
[Dudley shakes Harry's hand]
Dudley Dursley: I don't think you're a waste of space.
Harry Potter: Thanks.
[Dudley goes back to the car with his parents]
Harry Potter: [Smiles at Dudley] See you, Big D.

[Deleted scene; Harry finds Aunt Petunia standing alone in the empty living room]
Petunia Dursley: I have lived in this house for twenty years, and now in a single night, I'm expected to leave.
Harry Potter: They'll torture you. If they think for a moment you know where I'm going, they'll stop at nothing.
Petunia Dursley: [pause] You think I don't know what they're capable of? You didn't just lose a mother that night in Godric's Hollow, you know. I lost a sister.
Petunia Dursley: [leaves]

Harry Potter: Engorgio!
[the flame in the jar grows rapidly]
Harry Potter: Reducio!
[the flame shrinks back to normal size]
Hermione Granger: What's going on in there?
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley: Nothing!
Hermione Granger: [comes into the tent] We need to talk.

Ron Weasley: Oh my God. What am I gonna do? My wife's all alone downstairs!
Harry Potter: Ron, you don't have a wife.
Ron Weasley: Right.

A Very Potter Musical (2009) (TV)
Hermione Granger: The horcrux could be hidden anywhere! It could entail countless months of camping in the mundane British country side, breaking into Gringotts, and drinking boatloads of polyjuice potion.
Harry Potter: Well, the medallion says that's dumb, so we're not doing that.

Harry Potter: [singing] I gotta get back to Hogwarts! I gotta get back to school! I gotta get back to Hogwarts, where everybody knows I'm cool! Back to witches and wizards, and magical beasts, to goblins and ghosts and to magical feasts. It's all that I love, and it's all that I need at Hogwarts! Hogwarts!

Harry Potter: Haven't you heard? Voldemort's back, Quirell's crazy, Cedric's dead!
Hermione Granger: Yes, I have heard those things, about a thousand times. But never have they been told to me with so much sass. Drop the attitude, Harry Potter. You are acting like Garfield on a Monday.

Lord Voldemort: Even my Zefron poster?
Harry Potter: Especially the Zefron poster!

Harry Potter: That's in Canada!

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001) (VG)
Ron Weasley: Hey, Harry!
Harry Potter: Hello.
Ron Weasley: I'm Ron Weasley. I'm in Gryffindor too. It's no surprise really. All my brothers are in Gryffindor. So, why do you think Professor Dumbledore put the third floor out of bounds?
Harry Potter: I really don't know.
Hermione Granger: Come on... we've got to follow that Prefect.
Ron Weasley: That Prefect's Percy, my other brother.
Harry Potter: How many brothers have you got?
Ron Weasley: Too many...
Hermione Granger: My name's Hermione Granger, by the way. And you are?
Ron Weasley: Er, Ron... Ron Weasley.
Hermione Granger: Pleasure. You've got something on your nose.
Ron Weasley: Huh?
Hermione Granger: You must be Harry Potter. I know all about you, of course.
Ron Weasley: Look out... Filch is coming... we'd better go.

Harry Potter: Caput Draconis.

Narrator: With Norbert bundled up, Harry hoped that the cloak would conceal him from Filch and his cat, Mrs. Norris.
Harry Potter: [Harry enters the same room as Filch. It closes behind Harry]
Argus Filch: [after hearing the door closing] Uh? Eh? Whassssat, eh?
[Nervous pants]
Argus Filch: Uuuugh!

"Robot Chicken: Password: Swordfish (#2.10)" (2006)
Hermione Granger: According to legend, Pubertis lives in this dungeon.
Ron Weasley: Harry! I'm scared!
Harry: You're always scared you chicken shit!
Ron Weasley: I can't help it! I'm a red-headed, pimple-faced chicken shit virgin!