Bellatrix Lestrange: You stupid elf! You could have killed me!
Dobby the House Elf: Dobby never meant to kill! Dobby only meant to maim, or seriously injure!
[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]
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.
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.
Dobby the House Elf: [dying] What a beautiful place... to be with friends.
George Weasley: [while Ginny and Harry kiss] Morning.
Fred Weasley: How you feeling, Georgie?
George Weasley: ...Saint-like.
Fred Weasley: ...Come again?
George Weasley: Saint-like.
[points to ear]
George Weasley: I'm holey.
[Tonks and Ron arrive at the Burrow]
Nymphadora Tonks: Deserves that. Brilliant, he was. Wouldn't be standing here without him.
Hermione Granger: Really?
Ron Weasley: Always the tone of surprise.
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.
Bellatrix Lestrange: How dare you defy your master!
Dobby the House Elf: Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!
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]
Ron Weasley: [from trailer]
Ron Weasley: We wouldn't last two days without her.
Ron Weasley: Don't tell her I said that.
Harry Potter: [to Dolores Umbridge just before he Stuns her] You're lying, Dolores... and you mustn't tell lies!
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.
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.
Luna Lovegood: [after Dobby dies] We should close his eyes. Don't you think?
[Harry nods, she does it]
Luna Lovegood: There. Now he could be sleeping.
[Hermione is putting on Harry's glasses]
Hermione Granger: Harry, your eyesight really is awful.
[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: 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.
Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody: [handing out Polyjuice Potion] Fair warning, it tastes like goblin piss.
Fred Weasley: Have lots of experience with that, do you, Mad-Eye?
Fred Weasley: Just trying to diffuse the tension.
[after their escape from the Death Eaters]
Ron Weasley: You're amazing, you are!
Hermione Granger: [wryly] Always the tone of surprise.
Fred Weasley: [to George] Pathetic! With the whole wide world of ear-related humor before you, you go for holey?
[after being transformed into Harry]
Fleur Delacour: Look away, I'm hideous!
Dobby the House Elf: [talking about Luna Lovegood] I like her very much.
[Preparing to enter the Ministry of Magic]
Ron Weasley: We have to flush ourselves in!
Ron Weasley: That's disgusting.
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?
Hermione Granger: [comes into the tent] We need to talk.
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.
Hermione Granger: Actually I'm highly logical which allows me to look past extraneous detail and perceive clearly that which others overlook.
Neville Longbottom: [the Death Eaters halt the Hogwarts Express and board it]
Neville Longbottom: [standing defiantly] Hey, losers. He isn't here.
Ron Weasley: [about Hermione's copy of "The Tales Of Beedle The Bard"] Mum used to read those to me as a kid! "The Wizard and the Hopping Pot," "Babbity Rabbity And Her Cackling Stump"...
[Harry and Hermione both look lost]
Ron Weasley: Come on! Babitty Rabbity... No?
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.
Ron Weasley: [after saving Harry from drowning] Are you mental?
Ron Weasley: The deluminator. It doesn't just turn off lights. I don't know how it work but Christmas morning, I was sleeping in this little pub, keeping away from some Snatchers, and I heard it. A voice. Your voice, Hermione. You said my name. Just my name. Like a whisper. So I took it, clicked it and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. It flew towards me, the ball of light, right through my chest and straight through me. Right here
[he touches his heart]
Ron Weasley: And I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go.
[Hermione looks on, breathless]
[Harry, Ron and Hermione infiltrate the Ministry of Magic disguised as Ministry employees]
Yaxley: Cattermole! It's still raining inside my office!
Ron Weasley: [trying to disguise his voice] Uh... have you tried an umbrella?
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]
Ron Weasley: Hey!
Hermione Granger: You... complete arse, Ronald Weasley! You show up here after weeks, and you say 'Hey'?
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.
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!
Lord Voldemort: What say you, Pius?
Pius Thicknesse: One hears many things, my Lord. Which among them is the truth is not clear.
Lord Voldemort: Ha! Spoken like a true politician. You will, I think, prove most useful, Pius.
Bellatrix Lestrange: [Holding Hermione down] That sword is meant to be in my vault at Gringotts, how did you get it? Did you and your friends take it from my vault?
Hermione Granger: I didn't take anything. Please. I didn't take anything.
Bellatrix Lestrange: I don't believe it.
Xenophilius Lovegood: [draws a line] The Elder Wand, the most powerful wand ever made.
[draws a circle]
Xenophilius Lovegood: The Resurrection Stone.
[draws a triangle]
Xenophilius Lovegood: The Cloak of Invisibility. Together, they make the Deathly Hallows. Together, they make one master of death.
Kingsley Shacklebolt: [pointing his wand at Lupin] The last words that Albus Dumbledore said to the pair of us.
Remus Lupin: "Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him."
Charity Burbage: [crying and pleading] Severus, please! We were friends...
Lord Voldemort: [Snape stares blankly at her. Voldemort raises his wand] Avada Kedavra!
Lord Voldemort: [Charity's body crashes onto the table. Voldemort caresses Nagini as she slithers across the table] Nagini... dinner.
Rufus Scrimgeour: These are dark times, there is no denying. Our world has perhaps faced no greater threat than it does today. But I say this to our citizenry: We, ever your servants, will continue to defend your liberty and repel the forces that seek to take it from you! Your Ministry remains, strong.
Scabior: [to a transfigured Harry] What happened to you ugly?
[Harry and Fenrir Greyback turn to him]
Scabior: [to Fenrir] No, not you.
Ron Weasley: [from trailer] Don't expect me to get excited over another damn thing we need to find.
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.
Lucius Malfoy: If we are the ones to hand Potter to the Dark Lord, everything will be as it was, you understand?
Lord Voldemort: Where will he be taken, the boy?
Severus Snape: To a safe house. Most likely the home of someone in the Order. I've been told he's been given every mannerr of protection possible. Once there, it will be impractical to attack him.
Scabior: [Hermione walks up] Hello beautiful.
[Hermione stops, stares, then backs away]
Scabior: Well, don't just hang in there. Snatch 'em!
Draco Malfoy: What's wrong with his face?
Bellatrix Lestrange: Yes, what is wrong with his face?
Scabior: He came to us like that, something he picked up in the forest I reckon.
Bellatrix Lestrange: [to Hermione] Or ran into a stinging jinx. Was it you deary? Give me her wand, we'll see what her last spell was. Ah ha, I got you. Ha!
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?
Severus Snape: [from trailer] We have infiltrated the ministry.
Kingsley Shacklebolt: [through his Patronus] The Ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead. They are coming.
Luna Lovegood: [to her father] Harry doesn't want to talk to us right now. He's just too polite to say so.
Harry Potter: The longer we stay here, the stronger he gets.
Bellatrix Lestrange: Well, well, well, look what we have here. It's Harry Potter. He's all bright, and shiny, and new again, just in time for the Dark Lord.
Bellatrix Lestrange: If this isn't who we think it is Draco and we call him, he'll kill us all.
Pius Thicknesse: You have nothing to fear, if you have nothing to hide.
Ron Weasley: [after barely managing to destroy a horcrux] Just think. Only three more to go.
Bellatrix Lestrange: [clears throat] My Lord, I'd like to volunteer for this task. I want to kill the boy.
[a scream from the cellar interrupts them]
Lord Voldemort: Wormtail! Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest quiet?
Wormtail: Yes, my Lord. Right away, my Lord.
[Wormtail scuttles out]
Lord Voldemort: As inspiring as I find your bloodlust Bellatrix, I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.
Lord Voldemort: To those of you who do not know: we are joined tonight by Ms. Charity Burbage, who until recently taught at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. Her speciality was Muggle Studies. It is Ms. Burbage's belief that Muggles are not so different from us. She would, given her way, have us... mate with them.
Bellatrix Lestrange: Blech!
Lord Voldemort: I have seen your heart, and it is mine.
Bellatrix Lestrange: [to Draco] Don't be shy sweetie, come over. Now if this isn't who we think it is, Draco, and we call him, he'll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure.
Bellatrix Lestrange: [to Griphook] Liar! Consider yourself lucky, goblin.
Dobby the House Elf: [in kitchen, Grimmauld Place] And then Dobby saw Kreacher talking to the thief Mundungus...
Mundungus Fletcher: [interrupting] I'm not a thief! You foul little... git! I'm a buyer and purveyor of wondrous objects.
Ron Weasley: You're a thief Dung, everyone knows it!
Vernon Dursley: Come on Dudley, hurry up!
Dudley Dursley: I still don't understand why we have to leave.
Vernon Dursley: Because, it's not safe for us here anymore.
Ron Weasley: Seems strange, mate. Dumbledore sends you off to find a load of Horcruxes, but doesn't bother to tell you how to destroy them. Doesn't that bother you?
Bellatrix Lestrange: Cissy, put the boys in the cellar! I think I need a conversation with this one... girl to girl!
Harry Potter: [talking about the locket Horcrux] Ron, kill it!
Hermione Granger: [from trailer] If Voldemort's really taken over the Ministry, none of the old places are safe.
Lord Voldemort: Severus. I was beginning to worry that you had lost your way. Come, we've saved you a seat. You bring news I trust?
Severus Snape: It will happen Saturday next, at nightfall.
Yaxley: I heard differently my Lord. Dawlish, the auror, has let slip that the Potter boy will not be moved until the 30th of this month, the day before he turns 17.
Severus Snape: This is a false trail. The auror office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry Potter.
Bellatrix Lestrange: Cissy, put the boys in the cellar! I'm going to have a conversation with this one, girl to girl.
Bellatrix Lestrange: I'm going to have a conversation with this one, girl to girl.